Leaving the Ship

Lance Ostrava was peering from the Crow's Nest. His dragon pistol, Astingal, at the high ready, green eyes peering into the fog. "Twenty Shots. And back to report." Ostrava kept it on a swivel checking left and right aware of his surroundings. Making a mental map along with points of interest he could see from his high vantage.

"Guess it's up to me."

The Lance Corporal steeled himself and walked down the gangplank, setting off 1 klick directly eastward. Keeping his head on a swivel.

"Libbitet, yeah I am Crow," Crow ties a harness around his shoulders with the rope too keep his hands free. "20 shots and return. Hope to find some seals or a bear. But I will eat just about anything at this point." As if on queue his stomach growled.

Crow in no particular rush shouldered the load and advanced looking for an observation point. As luck would have it he found a rise. An old caldera an excellent vantage. Pointing at it he altered course and set a slow pace.

Trudging through ice was slow bitter agony. The only way to endure was to push through. The hunger pain only intensified this. After a plodding arduous trek they began to ascend.

Crow sniffed the air curiously and looked to Libbitet. "That smells like shit and sulfur" He said and grinned. It meant food was near. And sure enough as they mounted the crest of the caldera, looking upon the tundra. Hundreds of leopard seals bathing in a field of hot springs. A full smile broke on his face. The sight, purple, blue, and yellow wildflowers. Delicious creatures. Crow muttured a prayer of thank to the Sun and considered a strategy to get as much meat as possible.

"Well..." Crow said as he took in the gorgeous view. "... seen worse sights."

Crow waved and then put a finger to his lips as he pointed to one of the harem's many enormous bulls. He surveyed the sulfur pools and noted that many of the pools were avoided by the seals. "Fumaroles." He surmised as the yellowish gas belched from them. Other pools, visually indistinguishable from the acid pools were just hot water and the seals played in them. "Brokkr, Libbitet, I surmise that we can get the bulls to charge, they will flee when I shoot. But that charge is eaay to exploit into an ambush. Try to find a place we can hide?" Crow whispered as he hunkered down beneath the crest of the caldera.

It wasnt much of a plan but it was a plan.