"This is Drummand, Kiti-Gara is only two days' ride to the northeast."
All of us are standing on the port side, gazing at the crescent-shaped shore with a large wooden wall stretched out in a semi-circle, covering the passageway to land in between cliffs.
The wall is twenty-seven feet with canals in the bottom that open to let in water, along with guards up above who already spotted us sailing from the south of the shoreline.
The humans haven't sent any ships out to intercept us, we would have been gone if they did.
The bottom of the wall is made of stone, stabilizing the sophisticated structure and ensuring its longevity.
"Is that a dam for the ocean water?"
Carina nods, the sight of land giving her thin frame the second wind it needs to stand straight.
She miscalculated our distance, she said we would be sailing the coastline by noon or evening tide, but we arrived in the morning.
