"Eustache here, surprisingly still in one piece after that crash, the maelstrom seems to bring me much further away from where we last stopped, I - and perhaps nobody - could think we would ended up in this situation. The Blue Column and it's silhouette still stand strong, taunting me every nights as I lay painfully on white sand staring into the distance. There was another of my kin living in this archipelago - Wilmund, as he explained he was also stranded by the very same maelstrom years ago when his expedition trying to reach the base of Blue Column. Luckily this island was an abandoned trading post that has reserved foods, seeds and even tools suitable for self sustain for a long period of time. As he saved me from the water not too far away from here, I'm happy that he would assist on finding some of my belonging, especially the journal that I was in progress of writing since I left my hometown a year ago."