Tag: wren

  • Arrival to the Forbidden Continent

    Arrival to the Forbidden Continent

    “There it is.” the gruff old sailor grunted out as he stood on the deck, pointing a mangled finger towards the horizon. Out in the distance a shape was coming in to view. Mostly shielded by the hazy tint of fog or mist. Even the ocean seemed to turn a darker shade of emerald as…