Pines in the Tropics

January 12, 1652
Dobrogost Palace
Dobrogost, Korćetta

The queen opened the letter addressed to her by her son, Prince Namorzynowe, Lord of Zachodnipaństwo. The letter contained the monthly report of how things were going in Zachodnipaństwo. Ever since her dad had colonized the area, the area had seen a massive growth in population, but it hadn’t seen much wealth. Very few merchants went into the ports of Zachodnipaństwo, and many of them were just looking for rest from their long trips at sea. Overall, the nation had seen much less profits than envisioned when the area was colonized just around three decades earlier, and it was taking more money to upkeep than how much it produced. The queen gingerly handed the letter to her assistant and sat back in her throne, thinking about how to deal with this. She sat there, thinking and thinking, for what felt like hours before she came to a conclusion. Korćetta needed a new colony. One that was closer to main trade and wealthy nations. One that was sure to bring the nation immense wealth. She suddenly sat up and spoke to her servant, a small ailurine man, “I need you to go out and find the best explorer you can, quickly!”

As the ailurine ran out of the palace the queen stood up from her throne and walked over to the palace windows. She looked down at the city. She saw all the people roaming the streets, the carriages riding down the streets, Lake Kaskada shimmering in the distance. This idea had to work, or else the queen would have no choice but to leave Zachodnipaństwo, and she wouldn’t let that happen so easily. The queen walked back to her throne and sat down, staring at the palace doors in front of her.

Suddenly the doors swung open to reveal the ailurine, alongside a tall human man. Well that was quick the queen thought. The ailurine led the man to the throne. The man bowed, before saying, “My humble queen, my name is Konstantyn,” he looked up and met the eyes of the queen, "I was told that you were looking for a great explorer. "

“Well, Kostantyn, what makes you such a great explorer?” the queen asked in response, a doubtful look on her face.

“I have sailed all the way to the shores of the great Empire of Salovia,” Konstantyn bragged to the queen, hoping to impress her.

The queen raised an eyebrow at this, “Well then, if this is indeed true, we will put your skills to the test.”

Konstantyn bowed again and responded, “What is it, my humble queen?”

“The nation of Korćetta needs you to set up a colony where you see fit, somewhere that will insure great riches,” the queen said, being as clear as possible, “And if you are as great of an explorer as you claim, you will know just the spot.”

Konstantyn, visibly nervous now, responded to the queen’s task with one simple sentence, “It shall be done my queen.”

“Good, now you shall receive your supplies, your ships, and your crew by the morning, and you are to set sail immediately,” the queen stated, glancing over to the ailurine, as to say that he is the one to gather all these supplies, “And if you fail, you will be promptly executed. Now be gone with you.”

Konstantyn gave the queen one last bow and hurried out of the palace. After he left the palace, he collapsed onto the steps. Why had he said all that? He wasn’t going to be able to do this, but if he didn’t he would be killed. Guess there was only one option now. He was going to have to found a colony under the flag of Korćetta.

January 13, 1652
Portmorski Harbor
Portmorski, Korćetta

Konstantyn woke up in his quarters in his ship, and immediately hit his head on a low hanging wooden beam. He rubbed his head while he listened to all the hustle and bustle of his new crew on the ship. Finally, he stood up and went to the window. On the dock, there were piles of crates waiting to be loaded onto the ships, alongside… the queen?

When Konstantyn saw the queen, he quickly left his quarters and headed for the dock. Right when he stepped onto the dock, he tripped, and fell straight onto his face. He quickly got back up, brushed himself off, and walked towards the queen like nothing had happened. After some careful steps, he finally reached his destination. He gave the queen a bow, before she addressed him. “I’ve seen to it that you are prepared for your maiden voyage,” the queen said, “You may set sail whenever everything is loaded onto the boats.”

“Thank you my queen,” Konstantyn responded, with another bow. The queen looked at him like he was crazy, but didn’t say anything. Slowly, Konstantyn walked away, being careful not to trip again. After he was on the ship, the queen whispered to her servant, “Prepare the gallows… just in case.”

After watching Konstantyn disappear into his quarters, the queen turned and walked away, her servant in tow. She glanced back at the boat and thought, he is not going to make it, before climbing into her carriage, and riding back to Dobrogost.

Two hours later

All the crates have been loaded onto the boat, and Konstantyn heard a knock on his door. He got up from his bed and answered it. It was the captain for one of the other ships, “We’re ready to set sail, sir,” he said.

“Great, tell the crews to prepare the ships for departure,” Konstantyn responded, walking past the captain out to the deck of the ship. The sun was high in the sky, and the wind was blowing hard, perfect day to set sail. He walked over to the bow of the ship and looked out on the sea. It was a brilliant deep blue. He stood there staring at the sea until the ship started to move, then he walked over to the captain. “Start heading north west, we’re heading to Zachodnipaństwo,” Konstantyn said.

(Joint post with Aiv)

Despite what Konstantyn had told the queen, he had very little experience in navigation and sailing on a boat in general. All he wanted was the fame and power of establishing a new colony for the empire. The furthest from the mainland he had been was to the port of Birškelis when he was a kid. Nevertheless, he was out here on the sea, with the queen and everyone in Korćetta counting on him to found this new colony. Before Konstantyn could contemplate his life even more one of the ship mates bellowed, “Land! Dead ahead!” Konstantyn went to the bow of the ship and looked out at the island in front of the ship.

The island of Llygad Duw spread out before the Korćettan ship, emerald green and shining in the midday sun. The cool wind picked up, and took the ship towards the shore. Where the Aivintian colonists had landed was clear by the bustling city on the horizon, its ports, some of which were clearly made of fresh timber, stretching out like long fingers into the cerulean sea. Buildings of wattle and daub were noticeably absent from the ship’s vantage point. The stone itself was made with elegance in mind, excepting the quarried, carved, and bricked stone walls encircling the city and forming an inner barrier that could only be the fortressed citadel of the colony.

The majority of the stonework was of cheap, but effective design, the type of design only developed in the 15th and 16th centuries of the Common Era. Arches, pillars, and vaulted windows were staples of those buildings which dotted the eyeline beyond the immediate territory of the port. Based on the architecture, it was clear that this city was a modern one, built over the course of the past decades, and not a relic from an older age, where the plated knight fought with colored shields on thoroughbred horses. This was further confirmed by the construction taking place at present. The frame of a dome towered over the ordered, grid-like streets of the Aivintian city. Trebuchet-esque cranes and wooden scaffolding frequently interrupted the beauty of the vision.

Outside the city, the approaching ship had a view of rolling fields, many of which appeared to be large farms. Beyond the farms, a clear boundary between civilization and wilderness was formed, beyond which the dense, natural forests of Llygad Duw shadowed the mysterious inland territories. The wilds of Llygad Duw were said to be truly wild, and the natives of the island were said to be unkind and belligerent. It was not always so, and even the Kingdom of Korćetta had once held prosperous trade routes with the native tribes of the island, but the arrival of the Aivintian colonizers radicalized the population. Some accepted their masters, others fought their control. The trading powers of inner Gondwana adapted to trade with Marnacia, uncaring of the nationality of those merchants which brought them their goods.

The port was not as striking as most buildings, strictly utilitarian in nature. The golden beaches had been swept up in urban development, and the building of the port led to an artificial shoreline, low waves lapping at the walls thereof. Where expansions were to be made, wooden docks had been temporarily assembled.

The landscape of the island was beautiful, it reminded Konstantyn of home, except there weren’t as many buildings as there were in Portmorski. As the ship got closer to the dock the sails were retracted, so as to reduce their speed. When they got close enough to the dock they let down the anchor and got off of the boat, some crewmates carrying rope to tie the ship to the dock.

There was a man waiting ashore. He wore somewhat outdated clothes, but they were fineries of the highest material. His accent was Aivintian, as were those of the workers that bustled around the docks, but the whistling wind wound up capturing whispers of conversations in languages ranging from Staynish to Ethalrian to Nagatoan, and even some Korćettan. The man spoke with confidence and a booming voice, introducing himself as the portmaster.

“Horasiu Savu,” he loudly introduced. “Please let me know if there are any accommodations required. If you intend to trade in the city, it is my office you must go through.”

Konstantyn bowed to the man, before replying. “Accommodations are not needed, we are just passing through,” he said, “but we might be looking to trade.” There was always time to trade, and maybe it would appease the queen.

“Many ships in port bring goods from far and wide,” Horasiu boasted. “We have ships from all over the world. Llygad Duw is the gate to the sea. Not the only one, mind you, but the best one. The Red and White Sails bring prosperity to every patch of dirt they sail to. Feel free to wander the streets of the market district, just that way,” he adds, pointing a little northeast, inland from the port. “The Kingdom of Marnacia welcomes the Korćettan people to the city of Cewri with open arms,” the portmaster assures, with questionable pronunciation.

“Thank you, we are honored to be accepted in this land,” Konstantyn said, looking around the dock, “I have not seen this many different species in one place. Korćetta is not very diverse for… reasons.” He started to get nervous. Most people did not condone what happened in Korćetta, including belief in Silvism. “Nevermind that, what is this city that we have landed in?” Konstantyn said, diverting the conversation, “I haven’t ever been to this island before.”

“Ah well on old maps it’s Lion City, but the locals call it Cewri. They’re dwarves you see, and we’re clearly not, so they took one look at us and called us Giants. Cewri is their word for it. It has come to be our word for the city. Cewri is our main colony here. Oh, there’s a couple other settlements, but you come to Llygad Duw, you come here.” He waved his hand abstractly. “We don’t own the whole island but give us a few decades and we will.”

Some birds chirped from atop the masts of ships and roofs of buildings scattered throughout the port. The bustle of the city drowned them out. One of the workers bumped into Horasiu as he spoke, and he gave the man a quick glare.

Konstantyn stood there deep in thought, before asking, “Why doesn’t Aivintis own all the island yet? On another note, how much money does this bring to Aivintis?” Before his next sentence he paused. Did he really want to tell this man that he was going to found a colony for Korćetta? Could he be trusted? Finally, Konstantyn decided against it, but maybe a visit with the governor could get his questions about founding a colony answered.

“We’re colonizing on multiple fronts. Out east, New Florens is being built. It’s newer, and I hear the island isn’t much more than a rock, but this is the future. The new frontier. Wolfgard’s protecting its borders much more fiercely since the Battle of Grimsby. The other Aivintian kingdoms are getting restless. Territory isn’t changing hands like it used to. All that energy, it has to go somewhere. Colonization is that somewhere. Marnacia, we’re the first to see it. We make about as much profit as we further invest into the colony, but the natural resources of the Eye of God are plentiful. Everyone in the civilized world needs timber for their ships, their buildings, and a hundred other things. The potato fields will eventually yield enough to feed the entire island two times over. The stone we quarry builds fortresses. Every ship from the Concordian and the Cerenerian passes by these isles. They stop for trade and our prosperity flourishes. Before long this city will become the center of trade and culture in the continent.”

The more he spoke, the more outlandish his claims became. He seemed to not know or care for the state of reality, only his pride. Even so, some of his words struck true. The bustling port was evidence of such. Cewri would not be as grand as Horasiu claimed, but still it would soon be a sparkling jewel in the opulent crown of his kingdom. The success of the colony inspired a degree of confidence in Konstantyn. Until . . .

“The only problem is the natives. Aggressive savages. They burn our crops, raid our outposts. They know the land well, and they use it to wage war with the forces of high culture. Our kingdom’s armies keep them at bay, but they slow our advances.” Horasiu’s confidence seemed to waver, but not drop. “We will own it all, eventually. All we need is time. Governor Nemes reigns well, Lord Pavel is one of our best generals. I can only imagine how proud the King is.” He paused, then said, “It’s not all the natives, you know. Some are peaceful, accepting our laws and our trade opportunities. They understand that the future of the island is Marnacian rule and Aivintian culture. Other tribes don’t understand this, and those are the warmongers.”

“How much time has it taken so far to subdue these tribes,” Konstantyn asked, “and how much more time do you expect it to take?” This thought worried him, as he expected it to be quick and easy to found a colony. Then Konstantyn had an idea, “Also, would I be able to meet this Governor?”

Konstantyn thought that if he met the Governor he would gain ideas on how to found a colony. Alongside this he could get some ideas on how to rule a colony, since it was obvious that he was going to rule over Korćetta’s new colony. The more he thought about it the more his confidence rose. He was going to go down in history as the greatest explorer of his time.

(Joint post with Aiv)

The Estate of the Royal Governor was more akin to a keep than a house. In this day and age, having a castle rather than a palace was not a sign of strength, but rather a sign of weakness. The King of Teronia resided in a 2000 acre palace made with elegance in mind over military defensibility, swarming with artists and nobles alike. The gardens and courtyards of the palace were renowned throughout the Aivintian region, and word had spread further still. It was a sign that Teornia was confident in its rule. It was a show of power. The Royal Governor of Cewri, on the other hand, lived within walls within walls. The inner wall, unlike that of certain Aivintian cities, was not a historical relic, but a modern work of engineering. It was clear that the city expected war. It was a city that was not confident, but afraid.

Crossbowmen stood on the ramparts, and pikemen at the gates, when Konstantyn was escorted by a small contingent of six city guardsmen into the citadel. The houses nearest to the citadel were far wealthier than most Konstantyn had passed. The elite of the city clearly resided here, close to the Governor’s estate so they may flee behind the citadel’s walls in the case of attack. Horasiu had left Konstantyn behind, but a younger woman by the name of Stefania, a sergeant by her introduction, guided him to the Estate. She was not as talkative as Horasiu, but did not fail to point out the artistry of Aivintian architecture and the bustling culture of the city. She clearly took pride in defending it.

She wore a crimson gambeson under a plate cuirass, mirroring the equipment of the pikemen under her command, but contrasting the gold gambesons of the pikemen at the gates. While they wore their plain morion helmets, her own was adorned with white and red feathers. The crossbowmen, looming above, wore their cuirasses over simple gold tunics. When Sergeant Stefania’s contingent entered the citadel gates, a man with gold and white feathers on his helmet greeted her. His gambeson was gold as well, and he had a saber sheathed at his side. They spoke in fast Aivintian, before switching to recognizable Staynish.

“The Governor is not expecting any guests at this time, Sergeant,” the man said.

“I am aware, Captain, but this man is an emissary of the Korćettan queen, and our orders are to bring any emissaries to the Governor’s Estate with due speed and respect.”

“Does he have any papers sealed with the Queen’s stamp? All diplomatic emissaries are meant to have such. I am aware of Her Grace’s orders, but it remains imperative that the security of the Estate be maintained.”

“I do not, but I have been sent on official business by Queen Jesion III of Korćetta,” Konstantyn replied, “It is imperative that I be allowed to visit with the Governor.”

“Captain, the Governor’s orders make no mention of papers. Konstantyn’s ship bore the Korćettan flag. It is clearly important that the Governor meet with him. I would hate for her to hear of your disobedience from Lord Pavel.” The threat was clear.

“Watch your tongue, Sergeant,” the Captain snarled. “You are speaking to a senior officer.”

“With all due respect, Captain, you have no authority over my division,” Sergeant Stefania challenged.

The Captain sighed, conflicted between protecting the Governor and avoiding reprise from the same. “Very well, Sergeant. Take him through.”

“Yessir,” Stefania replied.

Although the outside of the keep was highly utilitarian and imposing, the inside was lavish. With few windows on the exterior, the interior was lit by chandeliers alight with dozens of candles. Wall sconces were burning as well, tying the room together and contributing to the warm glow resting like a fog of lighting in the keep’s entrance. Following another studded wooden gate, this one far more decorated, with stylized lions on each door, the group had entered the throne room. Pikemen with gold gambesons and shining plate cuirasses, just like those outside, lined the walls, flanked the doorways, and stood guard on either side of the governor’s seat. It was wooden, like the seats arrayed around the stone tables on either side of the red and gold carpet leading to the foot of the throne, but it was far more intricate. Its armrests and beams were beautiful, and the Governor sat well in it.

She wore a white ruff around her neck, and her red dress bore black floral patterns. She wore no crown, not being of royalty herself, but the frills of her dress were reduced to make room for a scabbard attached to her belt, sheathed with a sword of golden hilt. Her hair was curly and short, resting on her ruff. Her face was stately and worn. When she spoke, her voice filled the keep.

“Sergeant,” she boomed, seeing the feathers on Stefania’s helmet, “who is this man you bring to my court?”

The tables on either side of the carpet had more empty seats than full, but certain Aivintians, dressed in expensive clothing, seemed to be watching with interest. Advisors, likely, and perhaps emissaries. Banners hung from the walls behind them, alternating between banners of red and white stripes and those of red cloth and crowned, gold lions embroidered upon them.

The Sergeant bowed, and her men saluted. “Your Grace,” Stefania began, “I am Sergeant Stefania. This man, Konstantyn, is an emissary of Korćetta.”

“Thank you, Sergeant. Konstantyn, thou art well met. I am Georgeta Nemes, of the Nemes Family of Marnacia, Governor of Llygad Duw. My King has bid me welcome all foreign guests of all colors and creeds. Korćetta and Marnacia may have our differences about the treatment of sapient life, but, as the Governor of this island, I welcome all emissaries of Her Majesty the Queen. I hope that our kingdoms’ differences may be resolved with diplomacy between our monarchs, and as such, I am glad to offer Her Majesty’s officials the olive branch of hospitality, provided you respect the laws of Marnacia.”

“It is nice to meet you,” Konstantyn bowed, “I will indeed respect all your laws as if they were the ones of my homeland. I’m here on official business of the Queen. She has sent me off to found a colony in the name of Korćetta and was hoping to hear your wisdom about the topic. You see, I have no experience with founding a colony or ruling over any land.”

“Ah. I am always willing to share the wisdom of Marnacia with the wider world. The first colonists arrived on the island in 1543. The key to our success was two-pronged. We had to establish an effective military presence on the island, to combat the violent natives, and we had to collaborate with the nonviolent natives. Trade deals, at first, allowed us and the least savage savages to co-exist. Our superior culture overpowered their less advanced one, and more of the dwarves began to accept Marnacian rule due to it. These tribes defended us from their warmongering neighbors, teaching us the land and their war-ways. With this knowledge, and our superior military might, we carved out a small kingdom for us. Stability was essential. From there, it was only a matter of hard work and investments. Of course, no colony is successful without trade, and proper exploitation of natural resources. Settlers came from all over. Many of my subjects are even the descendants of Teronia, Grandys, and other Aivintian kingdoms. We forged our own identity here, under the watchful Lion Crown. We traded with the natives, and with the foreigners that docked in our shores, such as your own Korćettan merchants. We built farms, logging camps, and quarries. We attracted bankers and craftsmen, architects and artisans, from all Aivintia. We built a new legacy here in Cewri. That is the key to colonization, young Korćettan.”

“So, what you’re saying is that I should find a place with little to no native people that would be easy to take over with trade and superior power? It also looks like we would want a colony that is in a place rich with trade and natural resources. And if you have been here for such a long time and you have a better military, how have you not conquered all of this land yet.” Konstantyn threw his arms open, gesturing to the land outside of the building, “You make it seem like colonization is easy, but I know that you mean otherwise. Are there any places that are truly easy to conquer? I’m no leader, I would not be able to lead people against the natives or open trade with them. I have no power in my home nation either, I was just chosen to lead this expedition because of my overconfident falsehoods. How would I be able to conquer a state with all this lack of experience? Is it possible? Or am I on a path to destruction by my own hand? If I return to the nation empty handed I will be executed, and the more I think about it, the more that possibility rises. I won’t be able to complete this task.”

“The Llygadian people are more war-like than most, but you are right in assuming this is no easy task. You are not founding a city, leading an army into war, conducting trade, or governing a nation. You are doing all four at once. It is daunting, and certainly not for everyone. However, the Marnacian people reap the benefits of colonization. Every month, we send back chests of wealth to His Majesty. Young soldiers come to Cewri seeking glory in our fight against the native savages, and return home with medals, titles, and land. Colonization is the most noble of pursuits, and the most lucrative. Your Queen would want you to press on into the wild, Konstantyn, and claim it for your crown.” The Governor spoke with inflamed passions and wild hubris. She was a colonist, through and through, that much was clear. An Aivintian elitist, and, more than that, a Marnacian elitist. Her nationalistic zeal was rivaled only by her Social Darwinism. She believed wholeheartedly in the superiority of her culture and kingdom.

Konstantyn paced around the room, listening to the Governor’s speech. He listened intently to what she was saying. Eventually, when the Governor was done speaking, Konstantyn sat down again. “You’re right,” Konstantyn said, “My Queen is counting on me. My crew is counting on me. Everyone from my homeland is counting on me. I have to do this. I have to prove that I’m valuable. I have to prove that I was the right person to choose for this job.” Then he looked around, “Wait, how long have I been in here, I have to get going.”He stood up looking at the Governor, “Thank you for all you’ve done to help me. I will repay your generosity once I have been successful in my journey.” He gave the Governor a solute before walking towards the exit.

As the sun began to set, Konstantyn sat on the deck of the ship with his eyes closed. The sea spraying salty water onto his face. The air rich with the smell of the sea around him. He started drifting off into sleep before he heard a voice from above him, “Land!”. Konstantyn quickly stood up, trying not to trip and fall, and pulled out his spyglass. There he saw it for himself, Zachodnipaństwo. The land eventually spread out before them. It was nothing like Konstantyn had ever seen. There were hardly any trees, instead there were golden fields as far as the eye could see. The yellow sunset lit up the lands like he was sailing to paradise.

As the ship got closer to the shore, they began to see Krzysztofmiasto. Now that it was dark, all that could be seen were the lanterns lighting the streets and homes. There were only a few ships docked at the port for the night, a testament to how poorly the colony was performing. As the ship pulled into port people flocked over, noticing the Korćettan flag on the ships. One of the crewmates had to go down and shoo them all away, like a flock of seagulls. Eventually, when the entire ship was hunkered down for the night, the crew was allowed to go to sleep.

Konstantyn awoke from the sun shining through the window, straight into his eyes. He sat up in his bed and scratched his head. He quickly got dressed and walked out onto the deck of the ship. The sun was just above the horizon now, but the crew was already bustling across the ship. As Konstantyn walked from the ship to the dock, he saw the crew loading boxes onto the ship and people bustling around the port. When he finally got off of the ship, he immediately went to work. He started by walking up to the first person he saw. “Greetings,” Konstantyn said to the man with a bow.

“Uhm, who are you?” the man asked, “And why are you talking to me?”

Konstantyn was taken aback by the aggressiveness of this man, “I am just the humble explorer in charge of these here ships.”

“Okay then…” the man said, before walking away.

Konstantyn was tempted to follow him, but thought against it. He spent the next hours looking for someone else to talk to. He had yet to find out where he was going to set up the colony. He eventually broke to go and eat lunch. Food on the ship had been horrible, so he had hoped to find something at port. He found a stall serving some sort of meat. The sign said “Dłony”, a word he had not heard of before. The taste was like beef, but weird. He asked around and found out it was some sort of furry cow-like animal that roamed the plains of Zachodnipaństwo. He noticed that the locals were giving him mean glares, so eventually he sat down and finished his meal.

When Konstantyn was finally finished eating he got up again, now energized and ready for more searching. As he was walking back towards the docks he heard a pair of people talking. He started to eavesdrop and heard them talking about some “golden land”. This made him curious, so he butted into the conversation. “Hello!” he greeted the people, “What is this “golden land” you speak of?

The two people looked bewildered that someone had just butted into their conversation. “Well,” said one of the people, “It’s said that there’s land west of here where the rivers flow with gold.”

The person had a thick accent, so it was difficult for Konstantyn to understand what they had said, but once he did his eyes went wide. “Can you point out this land on a map?” he asked, pulling his map out and handing it to the people.

They looked confused for a second before pointing somewhere in west Gondwana. Konstantyn quickly took note of where it was, thanked the people, and ran off back towards the boats. When he got to the boats he immediately ran to his quarters to mark down the location before he forgot. When he had finally gotten the location marked on the map, he went over to the captain. He explained to the captain what he had found out and handed him the map. The captain nodded toward Konstantyn, which meant “you can go away now”. Konstantyn got the message and ran away towards his quarters to wait the rest of the day out.

The next morning the ships prepared to leave the port. The final crates and barrels were loaded onto the ship. The ships were untied from the dock and the anchors were raised. The captain threw orders at the crew as they sailed off west. Konstantyn could hardly contain his excitement. He was going to be rich with this discovery, but only time could tell.

During the first week out at sea, the unthinkable happened. While along the coast of southwestern Gondwana, something had happened to one of the ships. No one knew what happened for sure, maybe the captain wasn’t paying attention, or maybe it was something supernatural. Whatever it was, it caused the ship to hit a jagged rock sticking out of the sea. The ship immediately began to sink. They called out in distress to the other two ships, which were ahead of the now sinking one. They were able to turn around, but by the time they got to the ship it was too late. The other two ships were able to recover some of the crew and resources, but a lot was lost to the sea.

The two remaining ships made their way to the other side of Alaria. They eventually found themselves at a bustling port. When the ships were properly docked, Konstantyn was the first one to get off of the ship. When he did, he found himself confronted by a woman who spoke a foreign language. “Ahela wemrheba bekm fey alemarh alhad’eh” she said, greeting Konstantyn.

“Oh uh, hello there.” Konstantyn said, trying to talk to this woman, “Can you give me some directions?”

The woman looked confused, “Ana asef, ana la afhem.”

Then Konstantyn came up with an idea. He pulled out his map and pointed to the spot marked, a group of islands. “This is where I’m trying to go,” he said to her.

The woman stood there, confused, for a minute or two, before taking the map and pointing at a spot on the mainland. “Heda hew alemkan aledy nhen feyh alan,” she said looking up from the map.

Then the woman pointed in a direction while saying, “Wetlek alejzer fey heda aletejah.”

Konstantyn nodded, “Thank you so much” he responded before running back to the ship. The woman smiled and waved as he ran away.

When Konstantyn got back to the ship, he saw that everyone, except for the captain, had already gone off to do their own thing. He approached the captain with the map in his hands, ready to relay the information to him. “This is where we are,” Konstantyn said, pointing at the map, then he pointed in the direction the woman did, “That is where the islands are.”

The captain nodded, grabbing the map. He went over and rang the ship’s bell. By the time everything was in order the sun had already set. Since the ships were not familiar with the area, they chose to spend the night at the port. It was hard for Konstantyn to get any sleep that night. He stared at the ceiling while thoughts were rushing through his brain. Eventually his eyelids forced themselves closed and he drifted into sleep.

Konstantyn woke up in pain. He had rolled off of the bed while he was sleeping. Light was streaming in through the window of his quarters. He slowly got up and walked over to the window. He saw that the ship had set out to sea while he was sleeping. Konstantyn quickly got dressed and walked out of his cabin.

The sun was in the center of the sky, and was so bright that Konstantyn had to cover his eyes. When his eyes had finally adjusted, he looked around at his surroundings.The port that the ship was at just last night was now nowhere to be seen. Instead the ship was now surrounded by an endless ocean, with islands trailing behind.

As Konstantyn walked towards the bow of the ship he looked off the side into the deep blue abyss. He swore that he saw movement deep below the ship, but ignored it and walked on. When he arrived at the bow of the ship he gazed out on the open sea in front of him. Salty air misted his face. It was a nice contrast to the blazing hot sun right above him.

After he was done enjoying the scenery, Konstantyn pulled his spyglass out. He put the spyglass up to his eye and began a sweep of the area. There wasn’t much to see right away, just more ocean. Except when he moved the spyglass off to the right, he saw something. At first, he thought it was just a smudge on the eyeglass, but as he looked closely, he saw what it truly was.

Konstantyn was so surprised by his discovery that he dropped and shattered his eyeglass. He quietly swore, but he had more important things to do than sulk over his eyeglass. He quickly ran over to the ship’s bell and rang it. While he was ringing the bell he yelled “Land! Land! To the starboard side!”

The ship began to turn as the captain directed the ship towards the land. As the ship got closer and closer, the crew was able to see that the land was indeed a group of islands. Konstantyn was overjoyed by this discovery. His journey was almost over, and he was going to go down in history for discovering these islands. He was going to found the best colony in the history of colonies.

After hours of sailing, the ships finally made it to the islands, the final destination of their journey. Both of the ships anchored on the southeast coast of one of the islands. As they were preparing to unload all of the cargo, they noticed a crowd of people forming on the shore of the island. Konstantyn hadn’t expected anyone to actually be on the islands. He had just expected them to be deserted, devoid of human civilization. Strangely enough, the people on the shore of the island looked just like the Sayqidi people he had seen the day before.

Konstantyn and some other crew members got onto a small rowboat and rowed to the shore while the people on the shore stared them down. Konstantyn was getting more and more anxious as the boat got closer to the shore. He had brought his gun with him as self defense, but had no intention of killing anyone. When the boat hit the shore, Konstantyn and the others got out and walked towards the small group of people.

Konstantyn positioned himself at the front of the group, hoping to communicate with the group. He stopped out of arm’s reach of the people, but before he could talk, a man from the group started to walk towards him. He tried to get him to stop, “Don’t get any closer!” he yelled at the man. But the man just kept walking towards him. Konstantyn backed up until he was at the edge of the shore. The man still approached him, talking in his foreign tongue. Konstantyn was terrified at this point, and his mind only had one solution. He raised his gun and fired. A loud bang rang out as the man fell to the ground, dead.

The aftermath was bloody to say the least. The others in the group started to attack, causing an all out battle between the ship’s crew and the native people. By the end of the fight, all of the natives had been massacred. A lot of the crew was injured, but none of them were killed, except for one person. Konstantyn laid dead in the sand, having been hit in the crossfire of the fight. That same day he was buried where he lay, nothing but a rock marking his deathbed.

The crew of the ships immediately got to work unloading all of the cargo off of the ships. They began to build the foundations of a settlement, on the same beach they had arrived, and Konstantyn had died. It took months for the town to finally take shape. Houses and shops were built. A port was constructed for better access. The mainland sent more people to settle the islands, alongside trained military to capture the rest of the islands of the chain. All because of Konstantyn, the Korćettan flag was raised over a multitude of islands. For this, the acting capital of the islands was named Konstan, the same town that was built on his body. Konstantyn had his dreams come true. He had gone down in history, but his story ended in a way he had never imagined.