The raging sea had become relatively calm, as the focus shifts towards a lone island sitting in the middle of the boundless ocean…
Now that the continents had converged, getting lost in the sea carried a more dreadful weight, as you were either near the super continent in which case one could be said to be extremely lucky.
But if you were as far out as the sword divisions, navigating a way home became countless times more dreadful.
Fortunately there was an island nearby, drawing the waves to crash against its shore, and with each crash, unconscious bodies drifted and were thrashed onto the sand, rolling in with the waves, unconscious but very much alive.
Pushed by the momentum of the ocean, they were like litter finding its way back to land, some lying dirty, hair clogged with seaweed, some face buried in sand.
