The soft grass beneith his feet felt like a false sense of safety. The blades brushed against his knees, stepping through the beaches into the grassy world of this island. His arms swayed by his sides, his fingers itching to grab his sword. Food had long been eaten by his men, war rachions lasting them until a few days past.

His eyes slowly glance to his ship mates along the shore, and in the boats watching him disappear into a line of trees. All he hoped now was to get sustenance and to get home...

"Let's get this over with..."