| Text | - "We were shipwrecked sailing here. Do we expect to hit many storms?"
- You and Nyall stand in the prow of the ship, sailing westward. "There are many weeks' sail still ahead, but beyond that horizon lies home."
- Assist with sailing the ship.
- "My strength is at sea," Nyall says bluntly. "And surprise favors me. I cannot afford to see whether [Your Region] will welcome me."
- Retire below decks and let your people sail.
- "Only the gods control the weather," Nyall says, with a glance at the clear sky. "But the worst of the winter rains should not have begun."
- "Do you intend to attack? Or get the lay of the land first?"
- Though warm and often tranquil, the Summer Sea can be prone to deadly typhoons in the winter.
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