Lay of the Land

I am beginning to understand why only a few vials of the potent azoth made it back to the Old World. It seems all who crash here are stranded with no hope of sailing out into the persistent storm surrounding the island. Even if I were to find a crew and repair a ship I doubt we would be able to get further than the horizon before being smashed to bits by a choppy and unforgiving sea. Joan Caron Cartwright to the Capital Survey Expedition Survivor of the wrecked ship “Mere Courage”