Posts from Peter Duff (Goeden Dag) Auto-translated

- Well, it sank. But it seems that even the memory of it has faded from the minds of the locals.

– Bad, I need to find it. But how? – Antonio rested his head on his hand.

- Why even bother looking for it? We'll just waste time. And those green creatures are still a mystery... By the way, what about those statues we found last time?

"Well, we did make some profit," Antonio said modestly. "Yeah, but I bought them from you, and no one else was interested," Ceres pointed out. "Be that as it may. Are you suggesting we set sail, Duff? Don't you think this is a waste of our time? We arrive, wander around, and then leave?"

- What else is there to do here? Or did you expect an easy stroll – come, load up the treasures, and merrily head back? Come up with something better. If you have anything to offer.

“So, who’s the captain here? You or me?” Antonio suddenly became more stern. “Go, search, Duff! And if you have any problems, I’ll lead a small expedition.”

- Well, there you go, captain! Alright. We'll find it. Give me thirty men, and I'll scour this island in a week. If the greens don't kill us first...

--Take it, I don't mind.
--I'll help you too, I suppose, -- said Ceres. --Just in case, if the Orcs revolt.

- Excellent! We'll set out when it gets dark.

Few hunters were willing to roam the island at night after a hard day, but the captain knew how to motivate them, and the crew gathered their strength. They had dinner on the ship, and then, as the sun set, they all went out on deck to embark on a new scouting mission. Ceres also came out of her cabin.

- Alright, listen up. Everyone grab your weapons, bring plenty of rags, and a barrel of oil. And move it!

Sailors, for the most part, were not known for their strategic thinking, so they reluctantly and without understanding the purpose, set out to carry out the order: Captain Antonio strictly told them to do everything Peter said. They returned with all this equipment and were ready for the expedition.

- Excellent. Now, let's turn all this junk into torches and soak them in oil. Faster, faster! And, for the love of all the gods, don't make as much noise as a herd of buffalo!

--Aaaah, -- a satisfied sigh echoed from the team. The torches were made.

- Well, that's great. Now, let's move towards the Sylvan village. Once we arrive, we'll surround it. On my signal, we'll light the torches and throw them into the huts. Those Sylvans who don't burn will be shot. Any questions?