Vars wasn't impressed by the ship.
It was less than a dinghy.
'It'll have to do.' commented Vars.
They hopped in the boat, and set sail.
'The closest Island should be....that way!' she said as she pointed in a Northern direction.
Rafa and Vars were sailing for hours. Even days maybe. Without food or water.
'Is that-!?' asked Vars.
'A boat!' finished Rafa.
They see a boat in front of a large mansion-like building.
They landed and walked inside.
My friend dared me to put this here. I'll put it in below.