Isles of Laeonesse
The mariner cling to the prow of the ship as waves hurled the small craft up and down. Salty droplets clung to his beard and burned his eyes, but he blinked it away. The journey had taken them west, chasing a dream and a legend. A shape hovered on the horizon, darker green than the endless rolls of waves. He shaded his eyes with his hand. It was true. Far ahead, he could make out the outline of stationary clouds and unmoving waves. The isles of Laeonesse!