Wheeling Gull Isle When everyone you thought you knew deserts your fight

@Bartholomew @Heda
He's walking across the "bridge" right now!

It was tempting to backtrack after the weird bleeding-tree forest, but Tybault pressed ahead. He figured he wouldn't get anywhere by retracing his steps. If he ended up back in the area, he'd check more places, but for now it seemed pretty clear that Ophelia wasn't there. So he moved on.
The terrain seemed to change beneath his feet as he traveled. The dirt turned coarse and dark, the plants sparse. By the time he noticed the tinge of salt and something faintly rotten on the breeze, he was otherwise occupied. There was a lake. A big lake. Actually, that was an understatement. It looked like the edge of the world; a place where the land fell away forever into endless miles of water. Even from a distance, the sight made him queasy. He almost turned back right then and there, but if there was one thing Tybault hated, it was not knowing something. It really fucked with the whole self-righteous know-it-all vibe he was trying to cultivate. He had to investigate.
As he got closer, he saw the way the water churned and lashed at the land. He noticed the sand, and was grateful for something familiar, though it was different from the sand he knew. Coarser, the way the dirt had been, and firmly compacted where the water touched it. He was on the verge of panicking when he noticed the chunk of land in the distance, and stretch of sand that seemed to cut through the water right to it. Okay. That was new.
He couldn't think of anything else to do, so he started walking across it. Any number of things could have gone wrong, drowning chief among them, but irrationally he thought that Ophelia might be there. It was the strangest thing he had seen since the forest, so why not? She'd always liked weird things. And if she wasn't there, at least he'd know more about where he was.