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- There’s an island populated by retired adventurers somewhere in the northern seas
- There’s a ship that set sail from Ras Shamra with a full crew; a lone survivor, sea-mad, muttering about a red mist, was later found somewhere north of the western waters of Mert
- There’s an island sacred to the Prince of 7 Madnesses and protected by a threescore-and-ten-headed fire hydra somewhere north of the Dormant Tortoise
- There’s an island where all the objects and people lost at sea eventually wash up, somewhere north of the Black Gutter
- There’s a ship that was part of the treasure fleet of Cerah, the Old Explorer, whose mighty ancestor fashioned the first men upon a potter’s wheel using sacred clay from the Nile River, which delivered precious gifts to foreign dignitaries and sank somewhere south of the western waters of Mert