Posts from Peter Duff (Goeden Dag) Auto-translated

- So, Setrok... I used to know a guy from Setrok's expedition. He was never sober, though, and he didn't say much about his voyage with Setrok. And I don't remember much from his stories. But, as far as I recall, they once spent the winter on this island, and one of their ships was wrecked on the rocks here.
Peter marked the approximate locations that might interest the captain with a pencil.

--Wow, that's really interesting! So, the nearest place is the one you marked, Duff? We'll head there then?
Ceres nodded in agreement.
--I have some ideas too, but let's check out Señor Duff's version first.
--Navigator, chart the course!
--Will do.

Peter returned to his cabin, drank some water, and went back to sleep.

The voyage lasted quite a while, over a month. And then the first island appeared, not counting those that were still in the Mediterranean Sea. It was the Isle of Jaws, and it could already be seen through a telescope.

- We won't make it before sunset. We need to lower the sails and drift. And in the morning, we'll go around the island and look for a place to anchor.

“I’m the one giving orders here, Duff!” Antonio stopped him. “But yes, you’re right, that’s what we’ll do. Morning is wiser than evening.”

Peter grunted and went to prepare for tomorrow's landing.

And so, dawn arrived, and the ship was quite close to the island. It was impossible to get any closer due to the rocks, so the ship dropped anchor. A native village could be seen on the shore.

Peter and a dozen soldiers, led by the first mate, sailed to the shore in a boat, simultaneously trying to find a passage through the rocks for the ship.

Well, there's nowhere to dock anyway; it's not a cove, and a ship can't just be shoved into the sand, even if it doesn't tear its hull on the rocks.
--I hope the natives will welcome us warmly, -- said the captain, rowing. -- Oh, I'm getting tired; you guys are too heavy! Duff, take the helm!

Peter took his place at the stern oar. "Hey, you guys, get moving! Otherwise, we'll all be smashed against the rocks! Faster, faster! And don't forget to measure the depth!"

Antonio was delighted with such a capable assistant. Finally, they approached the shore; the village was about a kilometer away from them along the coast. --So, we need to establish contact with the barbarians. Or does anyone have a different idea?

- It wouldn't hurt to look for some fresh water... And look, there are natives! They're coming to make contact. Does anyone know the local dialect?

Ceres smirked. "Well, what do you think?" Indeed, some local Orcs approached them. They were dressed rather indecently, and it was clear that they hadn't bathed in a long time. Ceres approached them (though with some disgust) and began to explain something; it looked amusing. They responded with various interjections. When the teacher finished the conversation, she seemed a little disappointed.

- So, what did they say?