Raiden paddled the small boat, one meant for two people, but he handled it with fierce determination. A spark of energy lit up his face, and he muttered to himself, "A new adventure, a fresh start. I'll gather a crew—strong, free-minded. People who'll do as they please, no one holding them back."
After two hours, though, his energy started to wane. The food he'd taken from the ship was long gone, leaving the boat as empty as his stomach, which growled louder with each stroke. "I don't think I've ever been this hungry before," he grumbled, checking his pockets for a few stray talons.
Then he saw it: an island in the distance. He blinked, unsure if it was a mirage. "Is that an island…?" His eyes widened. "Wait! An island!"
He paddled faster, every muscle in his body burning with the effort. The shore drew closer until finally, he reached the island and tied his boat at a small dock. Breathing a sigh of relief, he stepped onto the land, stretching his sore limbs. "That was one exhausting ride," he muttered.
The island had a welcoming yet rugged feel—tall trees, simple wooden houses, and a scattering of people going about their business. As he wandered down a path, he spotted an older man standing by a fruit stall. "Excuse me," Raiden called out. "Do you know where I can find some food and a place to rest?"
The man sized him up, then gave a nod. "Yeah, I know a place. You can stay at my inn, just down the road."
"Thanks," Raiden replied, pausing before adding, "Name's Raiden. And one day, I'm going to end slavery and free everyone bound by it."
The man let out a laugh. "And who do you think you are to end something like that?" he chuckled. "You're a funny kid, that's for sure."
Raiden just smiled, determined. This was only the beginning.