First Impressions

"Oi, big guy... You wouldn't happen to own a ship would ye? Or at least where I could find one?"

Jackal spoke out first, having recently arrived at what appeared to be a foggy island with a vast pine forest and a mountain range, standing at the very edge of the western side of the island. The man clad in a monk attire was soaked from head to toe, reeking of saltwater and the footprints in the sand close by showed clear indications of having just arrived from the sea. Reaching for his waist to grab what appeared to be a gourd and unbottling its cork, only to take a swig of whatever it held inside. Whipping his mouth with his forearm as he finished, he looked back at the stranger that he'd just so happen to cross paths with.