Mists....

The great serpent-prow of my ship, Wave-Render cleaves the nighted waters as we voyage across the dark icy sea, towards the unknown...Above, the bright winter's moon emerges from a veil of cloud to cast its lucent rays upon us, and a clinging, supine sea-mist writhes upon the midnight waves, swirled by the cold, whispering wind which catches our great sail, pushing us onwards, ever onwards... And beyond the tang of the darkling sea, the scent of night is as strong and heady as summer blossom. I know not what awaits us at the elder Isle of Mists... that grim and mistery-haunted place which beckons me to its shadowed embrace, swathed in dark legendry and entwined in the
mantle of ancient sorceries... and yet I must hearken to its ethereal call... for maybe the gods have decreed this to be my final voyage...
(Over The Moonless Depths Of Night-Dark Seas)