As I sail on the wine dark sea, I keep running into these stange winds that blow me off course. The gods have not been kind lately. The crew is restless. My mate is going mad. I sit alone in my cabin wondering how I can survive the chaos. I have determinde that if the fates send our course by a tranquil, verdant and promising island, I will abandon ship, leaving my crew to tear each other apart. Perhaps this is cowardly, but it could be merely survival.