Almost two centuries have passed since the mysterious tragedy of the Poseidon's Fury left its entire crew slaughtered without a trace of the assailant. Only a single shred of evidence remains - a cursed scroll clutched in the captain's severed hand...
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The morning came, bringing renewed energy and excitement. After a filling breakfast at the inn, the companions started getting ready for their journey. Ashamshemesh skillfully packed supplies onto his reliable camels while Ikkos talked to ship captains at the port of Thebes.
By mid-day, they were on their way, following well-traveled roads towards the harbor city. Ashamshemesh's camel carried them smoothly over dusty trails. As they caught sight of the sandy cliffs of Thebes, a merchant ship was just getting ready to set sail for the Aegean island of Milos.
With Ikkos' convincing words, the captain agreed to take on the extra passengers. Soon, they were on board, saying goodbye to the receding shores of Boeotia. The open seas stretched endlessly ahead, bringing them closer to their destination.
They sailed under the bright sun and dazzling stars, engaging in conversation that lasted late into the night. Finally, on the third day, a new coastline appeared on the horizon—the white marble shores of Milos. As the ship dropped anchor in the small harbour, excitement surged within them, knowing that the ruins holding countless secrets were just beyond the hill.
With a feeling of anticipation and awe, the companions stepped onto the shore of Milos. As their feet touched the white sand, a cool sea breeze brushed against their skin, carrying the scent of the salty waters and fragrant herbs from inland.
Before them stretched a picturesque coastal landscape. Prominent cliffs made of creamy marble rose from the clear seas. These majestic rock faces had been shaped and carved over centuries by the relentless tides, forming whimsical figures. On the cliffsides, there were natural caves and alcoves where fishermen sought shelter.
Rolling green hills, covered in miles of olive and cypress groves, rose from the shore. The grassy slopes were adorned with vibrant wildflowers, creating a natural tapestry. Purple jacaranda blooms and scarlet bougainvillaea vines climbed tall trees, attracting buzzing bees.
As the companions took in these remarkable sights, their ears were filled with the soothing sounds of nature. Gentle waves lapped against the pebbled beach, creating a comforting rhythm.
Seagulls soared overhead, their cries blending with the chorus of crickets in the scrub. A shepherd's pipe played a carefree tune, accompanied by the gentle bleating of his flock in the olive groves.
The air was filled with the scents of the sea and the land. The saltiness mixed with the aromas of countless herbs and flowers created a symphony for the senses. In the distance, the smoke from wood-burning chimneys rose from farmhouses, carrying the delightful aroma of freshly baked bread on the breeze.
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