Floki - As our skiff skimmed through the water I reminisced on the past. I felt as if I had just awakened from a nightmare, and I was consciously making the decision of falling back asleep to only pick up right where I had left off. I noticed a speck of land in the direction we were going and I realized simultaneously that I had a pit in my stomach. The pit seemed to grow, and so did the island, as we approached. I told myself I was just getting sea sick, but I knew it was a lie. Why had I succumbed to the pressure of my friends yet again to another mistake? Seeing the sand crabs skitter about didn't make me feel any better. I have never been afraid to fight an Orc or a beast in the wild, this was different. This felt somehow sacred - as if we were treading on the realm of an unforgiving God or Demon.
