Dragoncrest Cliffs pick up a crew in tortuga

Njord, detached from the grapevine, had not heard gossip of a newcomer. The novel smell of a stranger was his first exposure. Except… the scent wasn’t strange at all. Curious, the seaman followed the Granite’s trail towards the beach and found a familiar silhouette meandering upon the shore.

“Atlantis?” Njord called as his eyes squinted as he peered through the mist. Was the youngster truly his nephew? Had another Sveijarn-Corten found their way to Sapphique’s coast?