Although I had already imagined that the distance between the third continent and the second was not short, it seems impossible to think that I have been adrift in the sea for three whole days and still haven't seen any land.
And I could easily last another three days if it weren't for the lack of potable water. I manage to catch small fish using fake bait, but getting drinkable water is practically impossible, if not entirely so.
I lean back, exhausted from the long journey, with my throat as dry as a desert. I lie down once more since I got up, trying in vain to shield myself from the strong sun beating down on my head, causing dizziness.
There's nothing to cover myself with, so I survive with rags and small pieces of cloth I brought with me. In a last attempt to reach the continent, worn out by thirst, I order the undead to move faster in the water to give me time to reach my destination.
