Blackbeak Bluff touch my loot, feel my boot

His eyes were drawn to yet another island as he stood with his toes in the sea. Unfortunately, it too was cut-off by the shore, isolated in the seawater, and he could tell from where he was that it didn't matter. It was scarcely more than a rock, not a tree in sight.

Ferahgo stole down the cliffs once more, intent to go further than he had last time before he doubled back. The clop of stately trees had looked promising, but the trip was a wasted effort, for not far into the tree line lay the marks of another claim. He could be foolhardy, but he was not downright foolish. He retreated away from the border and considered his options.