The Baleset Orr had expected starvation when their reserves started to run dry. They had stocked for 3 weeks worth of travel, and had been rowing for that long. They were not expecting to find land, nor anything in this dark, dark void they rowed on. It was still only lit by the candlelight that dared to flicker itself up when the time was needed. They expected to die, in honest, for what else was there to do? They did not expect to feel the oars no longer moved, and a sudden press of ground pressing the anterior of their trireme upward. To their eyes, it appeared that the stars had come again. Much different from their usual positions, but a dim light after nearly forever spent in darkness was blinding. To accompany their vision was the land itself. It was a greyscale soil of sandy variety, little use for crop. The liquid along the coast was no longer present, to their dismay. The Trimere was deconstructed into its spare components. The tribe would continue it's descent into the night, accompanied by the parasite and seeds they carried from their home. What else was there to do in the vast emptiness of ____?
