Run with wind and weather, to the music of the sea All four winds together can't bring the world to me Chase the wind around the world, I want to look at life In the available light..

The ship settled finally against the dock with a shuddering creaking, the sailors and longshoremen skillfully securing their ropes whilst the ramps lowered to the pier's surface. Passengers began to debark and cargo was hauled up from the lower decks for the waiting traders on shore.

Simon squinted and shielded his eyes against the sudden wash of light. He had been asleep belowdecks for some time and was not prepared for the burst of dawn that awaited him. There was little in the way of baggage to manhandle down the ramp, he preferred to travel light. The air here was much colder than where he'd come from, and he snugged the thick brownish robe around him, the hood pulled up over his head for added protection.

He stood at the highest point he could find for some time, just to orient himself. There seemed no end to the forest that he could see to the west. That seemed a good place to begin, and smoke in the distance suggested settlements that way. He paused long enough to ascertain that his companion was nearby, and with a smile and nod he set upon his way.