Iktome Plains Where you gonna run to?

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The land was sinking into sleep, readying itself for the winter ahead. She feels it in the crispness of the browned grass underneath her feet as she walks north-and-east. There was a chance, a strong possibility, that they would be stranded for the winter, if the storms were bad enough. It was a risk she could take — the land here was plentiful, unlike the torn-to-ruins shore around Tortuga.

But that was the far future. She still had her vendetta. It was what drove her back, fueled her to take matters into her own hands, even as she instructed her crew to find the little red bastard and Rusalka. She left the woods where they set up camp, crossed a river into the open seashore plains. Under the sea spray there was a familiar scent, something tingling at her nose as she moved. She followed it diligently, her nose working overtime as she scanned the plains, determined to know what this familiar smell was.