You all board the small craft and set sail, moving not too far away from shore. It doesn't take long before you have to take the ship back onto shore, though, as the house is on a rocky bluff overlooking the sea about half-a-mile from where you pull onto the shore.
A short time later, you are getting close. The road to the house winds through the rocky coastal terrain, often offering a view of the sea below. Low clouds press upon you; occasional patches of sunlight appear out over the water. A stiff wind blows in off the waves, carrying the briny stink of churning salt water.
After you begin winding up into the hilly terrain, you finally spot the house. The decrepit house sits on the highest ground in the area. Around it, a stone wall has crumbled in many places, exposing the interior grounds. An ornate metal gate lies open at the end of the road, swaying slightly in the wind. Wild flora grows throughout the inner yard, but all the years cannot hide the evidence of a well-tended garden that once sat here. Near the house, the rotted wooden roof of a water well rises out of the tall grass.