Posts from Ritnaran Lekras (Heroist) Auto-translated

-Then... I think we should go. - The mage finished eating and stood up, expressing his readiness to follow the old man.

Without extinguishing the campfire ("It will burn out on its own; the main thing is that we don't get eaten along the way"), the old man headed towards the hut. Entering the enclosure, he closed the door and went upstairs to his dwelling.
--Just a moment, I'll dig up the evidence; I haven't taken it out in a while.
--What do you think he has up there? -- Lasar whispered to Ritnaran.

-I don't know," the wizard whispered, "but for some reason, I don't like all this. Just in case, the wizard tried to prepare for any unexpected events. Of course, if the old man had come out with some old box, he would have definitely laughed at such an act of the wizard, but Ritnaran firmly decided that it was better to laugh than to have a gun that would shoot at him.
From the very beginning, he didn't particularly like the old man. And now he was hesitant, whether to blame everything on old age and long loneliness, an attempt to hide the stash from guests by closing the door, or simply a desire to get rid of them in this way. But why did he feed them then?
In general, the wizard prepared for everything.

But he was hardly prepared for the local resident to proudly show them a compass. "This is my own invention!" he said. "I made it before I came here, because in this wilderness, you can't build anything other than a small wooden ruin of a house. Although I tried. But back then, oh, it was a long time ago, I had endless possibilities ahead of me! I invented the perfect compass! You might ask, how is it different from an ordinary one? And I will answer: it shows not only where North is and where South is, but also gives your coordinates on the sphere of Nero. Then I compare the coordinates with the map, and now I know with a certain accuracy where I am. Would you like to try it?"

The Mage calmed down. More precisely, he didn't just calm down; he was definitely happy. He even felt amused and cheerful.
-Ha, a compass! Well, with your compass and my map, we'll move mountains! Let's give it a try.

– No, we can use your map too, son, but it will just be more difficult. The compass doesn’t provide standard coordinates; it provides some other coordinates, which made it easier to create. And I marked the same coordinates on my map, – he took out Nero’s map, which was quite worn, and some places on it were inaccurate when compared to Lekras’s map. But the lines indicating latitude and longitude were slightly different, and the numbers there were different; this difference was what was required.
– Here, take the compass and see where this point is approximately located on the map. Then give it to the boy.
Lasar nodded.

-Couldn't we first find a point on your map and then roughly see where it would be located on mine? - Ritnaran asked. - Surely, that's not very difficult, is it?

--Why? But, do as you wish.

-To get a better look at the details of our island, it's obvious. You probably won't find detailed information on your map. But we need to know absolutely everything if, of course, we want to get out of here alive. So far, we know that the island is small and uninhabited, except for predatory dinosaurs, one shipwrecked person, and waves that guard it. That's not enough...

–Oh, so you still hope to get out of here? Well, go ahead and compare, but I'll warn you right away, what you see won't be very comforting. But I'm already used to it, I've been used to it for a long time.

Ritnarana wasn't particularly surprised by this answer. What else could he have expected, especially considering the old man's appearance? On the contrary, he became even more curious about where they might have ended up, as the wave had caught their schooner not too far from inhabited areas.
The mage sat down on a chair (if there was one) and began carefully comparing maps, trying to determine their current and exact location as accurately as possible.

Overall, it seemed that they were in the middle of the Wild Ocean, to put it mildly, not close to the crash site.

So, there's a large island nearby, right? =)

Well, Ritnaran wasn't particularly upset. The wizard was determined to leave the island.
-Hasn't a ship ever sailed by here? Why haven't you tried to escape from here? - Ritnaran bombarded the old man with questions. - Why are you all still here?

Well, the island isn't very close either; you're north of it. Although it's closer than anything else, yes.
--Did you find the correct location? -- the old man looked at Ritnar's results. -- Yes, you have a really good map! But it should be noted that ships don't travel in these areas. Sarantoda is practically uninhabited, and it's not close to Western and Eastern Petaloda; ships have no reason to pass through our region.

-But what about that large island to the south? I think it's time to do something. - the mage replied affirmatively. - I'm not going to sit here for the rest of my life, like... uh... uh... I think we just need a small boat to successfully reach inhabited land. Do you have any tools? - Ritnaran asked the old man. - Since you managed to build this hut and fence, you must have. Maybe we can build a small schooner, wait for good weather, and try to sail south? I'm tired of this.