"The horizon was always dark... perhaps setting sail from our small little island was a mistake. Every time I open my eyes I expect to see the sun I hope to feel the warmth upon my skin but I remain disappointed. My heart grew cold as the waters I sailed upon perhaps I should have stayed.... but there has to be more out there, there has to be." "As I laid eyes upon the blinding shores I did not feel hope... I did not feel at home something about this land felt wrong and as these strange men helped me onto dry land I could see upon there faces... they knew they were cursed yet they smiled and laughed but there was a pain in there eyes... there was a hatred in their hearts." - Unnamed Foreigner, est. 1521 H.A