23 Pardán 2371
We sighted plumes of smoke on shore. Vakúlaz said that we should put in if we needed supplies, but everything seemed to be fine. There was a small island off the end of Point Sarír, but we didn’t stop there. The land was rocky, mountainous, and bitter looking. Chatán fished, more for something to do than for food. He pulled out a monstrous thing covered in spikes. Tékuna hit it with an oar and after we examined it we threw it back into the ocean.