Ted ran straight to the deck. Eknie was actually so quick that she was quicker than her left shoe. The high cor didn't know how that was even possible. He was in a hurry. He didn't have the energy to think about it.
The sliver of land, while awfully thin and ominously white as snow, was enough to get the whole Society excited.
"Here it is!" Ted shouted. "The island! The last stop before the Fin!"
He had been sufficiently briefed by Madorn and knew that by no means could this island be the majestic Fin. The terrain was a bit uneven, though, and Ted feared that some cultists might be confused by the mountains. He had to specify in multiple sentences that this was not yet the ultimate destination.
"We will make a short stop, long enough to find out if we can take down something with meat on its bones," he said with a wide grin. "Eknie, as you have been the unofficial gunmaster...gunmistress...are the hunting rifles in good working order?"
