Gilded Bay It's the fire it ignites

He eagerly picked up the moss, chewing it enough to ring the water out in his mouth. He sighed in relief as the cool liquid traveled down his burning throat. Once he had extracted as much water as he could from the plant, he looked to Ahe tiredly. I am sorry, he whispered, unable to speak normally through his damaged throat. I washed up on some island and it took me a while to ensure you were not there as well, he rasped, coughing again when he had finished talking. When he had realized she was not on the same island he had first come to, he wasted no time throwing himself back into the ocean. He knew the sea would lead him to his family.