((OOC:Starts to nod off:
What? We're back? Yipee!)))
Ensifer lay down his cards he was holding, abandoned the pile of coingage he had laid down to bet, and dashed to see the land they had all been waiting for.
"What's up first? Hunting for meat or getting some fresh fruit?" He leaned on the rail, and squinted. "Too far off to swim from here... all the pity. I'll be watching it from the fo'cs'le."
He nodded to Brent, and left to watch from the head of the boat.
((Fo'cs'le…you wont find that word in any dictionary, I bet, but I've herd it used firsthand. It's slang for the forecastle: the front/upper deck of the boat.))