Prologue:

-The Arrival-

The brow of the transport galleon of pure deep wood cut through the depthly dark waters as if a blade through fresh butter. Silently, it rocked, medium waves lapping the sides. The white-bearded sea dog grumbled onto deck from the steer on the stern, mumbling long forgotten routes. His eyes, deep and wrinkled, grazed the dark figure at the deck's front, which stared out to sea. The man heaved himself over to the brow, lifted his old, carved ash pipe to his pale, stipple-bearded mouth and took a deep drag, before exhaling an unnaturally curly smoke cloud, which smelled deeply of seasalt and tobacco. An old hand was which he laid on the small figure's right shoulder.

“So, what brings one such as you to Sea's Claim? We haven't had many crossin' this month.". The figure shifts , then turns, brushing their hood down. Dark, pitch black hair, a fringe, two bangs. Piercing void eyes, set in a face of pale-white skin, came to meet his. Thats how he remembers her. An uncanny presence indeed. Her voice, weary but firm. "A pilgrimage, sir. A proving of worth. The rest, is business of my mind.". A lone gull screeched overhead, and the old captain's voice echoed throughout the sails, "A pilgrimage, in the north, eh? Seen plen'y of em in my time". A meek smile spreads on her lips, as she studies his face, her eyes seeming to dig into every wrinkle on the mans weathered skin. "The others just make excuses to earn a year or two off of life. Sad, isn't it?". A hearty and shuddering laugh escapes the captain's dry mouth. "Hah!, 'scuse, ya say? Ver' well.". Turning he faced to open ocean for a few seconds, and sighed, as if a far-off memory had returned to him for a short while. Heaving himself round, and made his way back to the steer, each step heavy and rigorous. He lifted a hand, "Land'n in thir'y.". The girl just turns to face the jagged isles ahead, and chuckles to herself. This old geezer was most likely to most understandable mortal she had met in a long time. The wind whirled around her, and the waves continued to lap the vessel lowly. The calm, before the storm.