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Yen Sid's plan was working it seemed. The crew working with him made a narrow but passable path away from the school. Knowing the Isle well, Yen Sid threaded them between buildings, theorizing correctly that the vines passed around the more solid of the walls, rather than through, which made for small gaps in alleyways that the group could pass through without using up their limited elixir. Thanks to his knowledge, and their team work the group was able to make it to one small stretch of shore.
A battered broken down old looking shop sat a bit back from the lapping waves. Somehow even the ocean seemed menacing in this place. Just out a bit beyond it they could see the sparkling glittering of the barrier. And beyond the barrier, beyond the dark close ocean and the storm tossed distant ocean, land. A small proof that this Isle was not the whole of this world.
"Be cautious in the ocean here. For those unfamiliar with oceans in general, the water here is salt. Even unpolluted it is unsafe to drink. But there are ways to make it safe. Now that we have the path we can bring water back to my lab to be desalinized and cleansed. For those who can swim, I would advise not to. Despite how narrow a strip of ocean we have at this point, some of the predators that lurk on the isle, such as the alligators and crocodiles and carnivorous fish, may be able to swim these waters. Thankfully I suspect the sharks that could would be of little concern to most full grown adults." Of course they had kids here.
"However, if we are cautious and stay above the water line, we can fish. I recommend fishing in pairs unless we can find a way to ensure that we can build platforms that the crocodiles and alligators cannot climb. One to fish, one to keep a watchful eye."
In time they could consider hunting the gators. But as of now they had no weapons capable of that, and he was not about to encourage this group to gain such weapons. Even if some were already trying to on their own.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he turned to the shack and drew the new comers' attention to it as well. The crooked main sign read "Clayton's Catch all" in dripping red paint, long since dried and weathered. Whoever had painted it hadn't been very neat, hence the ominous blood like dripping and clumps of dried red. Under it, spray painted in a dull yellow an added subtitle read "Bait to catch all your fishy prey"
"In that shack, we should find some things to aid us in fishing. Rods, lures, traps. But this is the Isle, temper your expectations if you think anything in there will be new. But you have all managed thus far, I am certain your ingenuity will help you to find ways to fish even with tangled lines, broken rods, rusted traps, and cracked lures."
And with that he tucked the sprayers into his wide sleeves. "I shall gather containers for us to use to bring water back to the school for preparation. Even if we catch no fish, we will be in better shape for having better water. Those who wish to help, follow me. Everyone remain alert. We have now opened a path between the shore and our school. We are not the only ones who might be able to use that path."
A battered broken down old looking shop sat a bit back from the lapping waves. Somehow even the ocean seemed menacing in this place. Just out a bit beyond it they could see the sparkling glittering of the barrier. And beyond the barrier, beyond the dark close ocean and the storm tossed distant ocean, land. A small proof that this Isle was not the whole of this world.
"Be cautious in the ocean here. For those unfamiliar with oceans in general, the water here is salt. Even unpolluted it is unsafe to drink. But there are ways to make it safe. Now that we have the path we can bring water back to my lab to be desalinized and cleansed. For those who can swim, I would advise not to. Despite how narrow a strip of ocean we have at this point, some of the predators that lurk on the isle, such as the alligators and crocodiles and carnivorous fish, may be able to swim these waters. Thankfully I suspect the sharks that could would be of little concern to most full grown adults." Of course they had kids here.
"However, if we are cautious and stay above the water line, we can fish. I recommend fishing in pairs unless we can find a way to ensure that we can build platforms that the crocodiles and alligators cannot climb. One to fish, one to keep a watchful eye."
In time they could consider hunting the gators. But as of now they had no weapons capable of that, and he was not about to encourage this group to gain such weapons. Even if some were already trying to on their own.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he turned to the shack and drew the new comers' attention to it as well. The crooked main sign read "Clayton's Catch all" in dripping red paint, long since dried and weathered. Whoever had painted it hadn't been very neat, hence the ominous blood like dripping and clumps of dried red. Under it, spray painted in a dull yellow an added subtitle read "Bait to catch all your fishy prey"
"In that shack, we should find some things to aid us in fishing. Rods, lures, traps. But this is the Isle, temper your expectations if you think anything in there will be new. But you have all managed thus far, I am certain your ingenuity will help you to find ways to fish even with tangled lines, broken rods, rusted traps, and cracked lures."
And with that he tucked the sprayers into his wide sleeves. "I shall gather containers for us to use to bring water back to the school for preparation. Even if we catch no fish, we will be in better shape for having better water. Those who wish to help, follow me. Everyone remain alert. We have now opened a path between the shore and our school. We are not the only ones who might be able to use that path."
