Ahoy, Dry Land!

Shiver me timbers! I opened me good eye, and what lay before me but a golden sky and strange, squarish hills! I gave me hook a mighty flex, finding me limbs alive and free. Scrambling up the dirt edge beside the path, I tapped me curved steel against a wooden log bordering the green crop patch. Clack-clack! Solid as an oak deck! I sat back down on me boots right by the dirt road, gazing upon this blocky port with fierce wonder in me chest.