08. The Ocean's Bounty
While I tend to become distracted by grand scenery, even the most stoic soul would be stunned speechless by the beautiful sea we came upon. Beds of seaweed thick as a forest, glittering fish beyond counting, and crabs hoisting their claws up high as if rejoicing─truly, a culinarian would marvel at the ingredients gathered there. I daresay a truly skilled hand could prepare a full-course meal without stepping foot from those verdant shores.
Strangely enough, there was not a single fisher in sight, yet I suppose the sheer number of deadly creatures we encountered is sufficient explanation. Much like the protagonist of The Merchant's Tale, I am no fighter, so I was most grateful for my bodyguard's presence.
And although we met nary a soul, we noticed the plain markings of civilization along the way. Perhaps there was a fishing village we overlooked somehow. Oh, what I would not give for a glimpse into their way of life. Which of the sea's bounties did they favor? And how did they prepare them? I admit, the lack of answers does fill me with some measure of regret.