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The journey to Celebration or there and back again So I've sold an unfinished item to Siakka at Celebration. Now how to get it there, as unfinished can't be mailed. Well first step is to buy a sail ship. Not that I don't like swimming, but the pile weights 86kg so walking with it is a snails race and well them sharks... Became a proud owner of small sail ship. Bottle of champain broken at the hull, the name Sailozaxx (very thoughtful I know ) etched to the stern and off we go, arrrr. Well not that fast. Some real preparation has to be done first. Loads of cotton, as I can fight, I really can, but my love of fast and light armour often brings me holes as pumpkins in my poor body and broken limbs are also not exceptions. Also I will need to load my ship with some barells, meals because who would like to eat just mackerels and several other goodies. As I live inland, that will be two journeys. One with cart loading my ship up, second one walking to finally set my sails off. During my foot travel I lost a way a bit so I've met this friendly lad who I asked for the right way: He kindly pointed the way with his huge shod club, before trying to break my skull with it. I've politely decapitated him, as I am well behaved even to strangers, as mother taught me. Well as nothing more holds me at the land, my animals are fed, my farmland tended and my wine is ripeing in the barells raise the anchor scurvy dogs! Because that will be long journey and nothing much could be done while sailing, why don't we write a record of our journey. Not everyone has time to slack and travel around and I want to look back one day and say my offsprings - see that forested pennisula infested with lava spiders? There used to be Mottistone lighthouse back then when I was travelling to Celebration. Passing the Lighthouse the gale turned to North east, so I applaud myself for chosing the right way, catch the breeze in my sail and enjoy the waves splashing to the hull. I am passing HowlBarrow and endorsing the terraforming efforts the folks put into the settlement: when suddenly something huge moves under the ship. With the menacing look huge shark ascends from the depths, doubtless came to taste my sirloin for his dinner. I've kissed my huge axe, the incoscious ritual I do before every fight and make some fillets out of that monster. That was my first meeting with this species so the fight was unbalanced and my body looks like bloody steak before frying it on pan. Well few first aid attempts later I butchered the corpse of huge beast, played a while with my Vyn and Mag puppets to regain some mental balance and raised the anchor again. Half of Deliverances' west coast still awaits to be passed and inspected by this adventurous lad and my every neuron is eager to see what great adventures are awaiting me on Exodus and Celebration later (if they ever knew, they'd rather scream…but back to that later). DarkHoldHarbour and Vindekator are two nice and well defined settlements on the west shore of Deli. No one who I could wave to, so I at least adored the Colossus and White lighthouse tower while passing by: DarkHoldHarbour: Vindekator: Approaching MithEstate and Hills Of Swedes, the place looks amazing from the distance but the closer ones get the more in awe he looks up to the buildings and landscape emitting the dedication and hardwork invested from every brick and slope of that place: Rather smaller but still nicely built and funny named fort Kompetenzzentrum lies further south just before MRLightHouse Hotel Bay opens its mouth. The few occupants of nearby settlements waved at me happily and warmly anytime I was passing and last mile or two of the western Deli shore awaits before I show my back to my home and head on to the danger, adventure and telltale inspiration. "Sea horses" sculpture watch the water surface and their looks bless my journey as I bypass them adoring the fine details of the noble bodies: LeGrosseFentes - this place just caught my heart. The person was not at home unfortunately, so I could not warmily express to him or her how harmonic and soothing effect the look at this settlement had: The more harmonic and peaceful the LeGrosseFentes had on me, the more hard vain hit me when saw the rocky side of Witches Cauldron peak, where USA used to stand. Never saw that place and never will see it again as it remains unfortunately only in the stories and maybe the marking on the map will remind us for some time, where this undoubtely living place once stood: The USAs' desolation and sadness goes away as lightning when I sail a bit more south and hit the most amazing place I've met yet on my journey. Not from the amount of work and greatness of the place, which is not small though neither, but the story behind. The place all the time you pass it just tells you the story of love and sharing of the good and bad and just from watching the place one feels strong need to run out and kiss and hug first suitable person. The place of love and commitment to others hearth just emanates and I could not make myself move further and leave this place behind me. My hat off and really slowly clap to anyone who built and raised the Castle of Love on the sunlight: Well the hearth warmly pounding, but journey awaits and northeast gale is blowing my ship further south where more places and adventures await. And not far away near Sleepy Hollow bay, next to the place I called Miku Harbour the destiny again shown its teeth: While looking for someone to wave to, enjoying Miku Harbour view and trying to figure out, what corpse is lying at the top of someones gate a huge octopus approached my way: My scratches from the last fight were not yet fully healed and another beast from the deep is trying to stop me in my plans, but that’s wrong opponent you've chosen you tentacled beast. Or is that a trial from Vynora, testing my worthiness of holding the Salty Sailor title? Any of that might be true and after a lethal yet quick fight, parrying the tentacles trying to strangle me or shove me of my boat a victory finally found its way to my kissed axe blade and the ink sac and few scratches were my award. With adrenaline still bursting through my veins I sticked to the wheel and with salty song on my lips took off again south where the wilderness awaits. Next to Lunatic Smithery the proof, that fools and lunatics are blessed with luck from stars, as rare SS can't be in possesion of anyone else than really lucky (or really wealthy) person: On the southern shore just unfertile rocks raise from the see and the more I realize that the more surprised I am to see an olive farm next to a Dream Shore place on the side of the rocky slope. That is again either humankind dedication show-off or unpredictability and the power of the nature presentation, which both is something always mention worthy: The shore of Deliverance runs behind me already and last piece of land, like if the place did not want me to leave and streched its last grasp towards my ship i pass the MississipyGhost Isle. This sad place, raised from the mass of water with single willow is sadly waving goodbye to every sailor sailing south like if this is the last greetings on this world to him… hopefully not, but the dangers awaits and no one knows: The wind in my ears starts whispering and one could hear words like "danger" and "crossing the border" in it if enough phantasy used, but we realistic sailors have just bursts of laugh to the evil winds and bravely aim our ship south further from the shore of Deliverance where in mists and fog land named Exodus awaits for me…