Lost At Sea[]
When I set out that day, I expected a short journey, but the storm came out of nowhere. It roiled and churned like a living thing, chasing me, and I could not outrun it.
I remember crawling from the wreckage onto the black sand beach... and I don't know how I survived.
I am hesitant to call out to others in passing, and hide myself when spirits are about, though I swear the latter can see me. They have so far left me to my own devices. Those I am bold enough to approach ignore me though I plead for passage, or to buy a ship, promising to pay upon my safe return. I fear I am cursed.
I am desperate to return. Please, come and find me. Seek the rotten grove to the north of the island, where roots tangle in boggy marshes... that is where I am hiding.
I pray this letter reaches you.
Yours,
x
