Island of Lost Donkeys

That journey through the Lampwick Sea took longer (2 weeks) than we intended.

A storm blew in from nowhere and we had to make temporary anchor on the shores of a small island where we harvested a new mast to replace the broken one aboard the ship. With a new mast in place, and the storm passed on, we once again set sail and arrived at the docks on the Island of Lost Donkeys.

The lord there was more than glad to see us; you got to love other species with long ears like ourselves. There is a kinship like none other. We traded needed supplies with the donkey lord and received more information on the Atlantean minstrel. He had been in port a week before, but had long since departed for the island realm of Jewelandria. I have always wanted to go to Jewelandria and now we would get the chance.

My crew spent a day at the lord's carnival and circus as he allowed us to see how long-eared recruits were acquired. It is akin to being shanghaied, to be truthful, and I am glad it didn't happen to us. Don't get me wrong... I love long eared species, cause I am one, but I wouldn't ever change a donkey into a rabbit, and I certainly don't want to be a donkey. Their hooves aren't meant for swimming, if you know what I mean.

I am still looking for a cabin mate, er, boy, as the last one was claimed by that infernal storm we had dealt with. These things always seem to happen to us. Perhaps he is in a better place now.

With our hold filled with new supplies and a fresh map laid out before us, we weighed anchor and set sail for Jewelandria. I should mention that we now also have a new crew member on board with us. A donkey navigator agreed to throw in his lot with us, therefore, we shouldn't have any problems at all in reaching Jewelandria with him on our team.