Followers,

It has been a most eventful week-and-a-bit.

The creature circling us has turned out to be some form of human-bird. She attempted to save us by diving down to lift us from the canoe, but Ouga got scared and hit her with his guava-stick, concussing her.

Paula remained silent for a long time, choosing to glare at me instead of be conversational. Charlie went a bit insane and made a kind of lute out of fish that she caught. She played folk songs of India on it, which Ouga liked. He danced around and said words in his strange language. The bird-thingy, who calls herself Alyss Flite, was in a semi-coma-like state for most of the voyage, occasionally groaning and asking for pancakes.

And so we drifted on, unaware of the great danger facing us. About a day later, we arrived at the blur on the horizon, which turned out to be a swarm of canoe-eating snakes. Luckily for us, they only eat canoes, and so we just got very wet.

We were forced to float on Alyss' wings, which acted as a kind of raft.

And so we floated further and further, until finally we washed up in the main harbour of a large, fairly dirty city. I can only assume that we are in Greece, as the locals seem to speak Greek.
What we do now remains to be seen, but Alyss needs to get to a hospital as soon as possible.
Charlie and Ouga went exploring, and Paula said she needed a drink, and so I am left alone with Alyss.

With mild tiredness,
G. Caprice