White Sea

The Blue Sea is dark, saturated and bone-chilling cold. Yet people are mad enough to live in the millions there. But who could be mad enough to go even further north? Who could reasonably decide to go where nights last for months, and where no tree, no sprout, no lichen even grows? Yet some live there. Some have found a suitable place to live in the everwhite north. Neenov, with 8000 inhabitants, is the northernmost town in Boomal, and Kal knows how they find the strength to stay in this barren land.
The north is covered in ice. Huge glaciers come down from the mountains to the sea, and wind-swept plateaux stretch to the mountains. The region is sliced in a myriad of islands, but they are most of the time completely taken by the ice floe.
The land being unforgiving, people have turned to the sea. In the icy waters, schools of large shrimps swim, and give a tasty and fat meat. But with icebergs and huge Slitherbeasts roaming the seas, sailing is a dangerous work there.

I was at sea once, on the Jolly Lady Flower. We had went to fish since four days when a violent storm hitted at us; and mark my word lads, 'twas one heck of a storm. fifty crosses the waves were ! And a wind, kalsh, it lifted the boat as if 'twas a leaves. It blown barrels of water on us every minute. 'twas so cold, some of them crew had frozen ears and fingers. We had no way to heat oureslfs up. Then a few twenty minutes into, two of the lads got taked away when a gust broke the mast away. Them lads had been too slow to fold the sail, never seen them again we did.
By kalsh be praised. as if the sky decided it wern't enough, as we thought the storm was calming and the sun began to be visible between the clouds, turns out it is that a huge sea leviathan see our ship as a yummy prey. It comed and hitted the ship's belly with its nose, almost rocked me overboard. We took the spears out, and we had two large bows. So when the beast comed back 'round to hit again, we all launched our weepons at it. We must've been hitted it, cause it disappeared quickly in them depth.
With two mens disappeared, and one mast less, we went back to shore, but still dragging our nets because we were still empty handed, kalsh, never made such an amazing catch in a day ! We filled the ship to the brim with huge, nice shrimps! Dunno if 'twas Kalendos guiding our luck or Sen rewarding our survival, but we made a heck of a profit, even with the cost of the mast and payment to the families!

Word of an old sailor gathered in Neenov's pub

Alternative Name(s)

Great ice desert