Damian, Kaelen, Han, and Ravos stood at the front end of the ship, their eyes fixed on the horizon. The ship had left behind the small scattered islands, and now, in the distance, they could see the magnificent land of Crystalia approaching. As they sailed closer, the island's silhouette became clearer, revealing the grandeur of its landscape.
The sparkling blue waters of the sea led them towards the island's vibrant harbor, bustling with activity. Ships of various sizes dotted the docks, their masts swaying gently in the breeze. The sight filled their hearts with a sense of anticipation and wonder.
"Put the sails down!" Roland's voice echoed across the deck as he firmly grasped the ship's helm. With expert precision, he steered the vessel, guiding it to slow down as they approached the bustling harbor. The crew swiftly followed his command, pulling down the sails one by one, and the ship gradually lost momentum as it glided towards the awaiting harbor.
