Wheeling Gull Isle embrace of the scarab

pharaoh drew upon the last reserves of his strength for a prideful entry into the lands indicated by the queenly figure. the sea was a place that he understood, but not the cold lash of the water here, with ice gathered atop the waves — ice, something ramesses hardly comprehended.
there were different gods here, then, but he clung to the sight of Ra's barge traversing the heavens behind the grey clouds. silence gripped him as he at last paused, hiding the tremble of his overtraveled body to survey the island claim with a hot, shrouded expression of judgement.