Wave minus 6 Months
Jane sat on her porch, smelling the salt in the air, as she looked over the small garden she had managed to grow on her island. This small spec of an island in the south eastern elvish sea was often avoided by the larger sailing ships due to the large shallow bar surrounding it, but it made the perfect spot for her to find the peace of the waves. There was plenty of work for her daily, creating the fresh water her garden needed alone took an hour every day, but it was work of the free, in a place she loved. She had even shaped a chair from stone overlooking the islands bay, so she could sit and think as she imagined the big P would.
She had lived here for 3 years, self sufficient, fulfilled and alone, until one of the specs on the horizon caught her eye. it wasn’t sliding past like all other ships, but instead seemed fixed, and as she watched, slowly grew.
She watched as what looked like a haphazard barge of many large trees strapped together slowly drifted with no sight of sail or rowers, directly into the center of her bay, and slowed.
Jane expected to be irritated by this intrusion in her private paradise, but the smell of the air, the warm breeze, and the sound of not shouted orders, and work being done, but instead faint music and laughter washed away her unease, and she arose to go meet the new guests in her island surf paradise.
Wave minus 3 months
Jane looked over the growing garden, almost a field, being happily tended by several of the new people on the island, The Halfling Twins, Gaba and Greta had taken well to the garden, and along with the Half Orc Theddan and one of the few other humans, Martha Poole, were walking and watering, using the prayers in the big P that she had shared with them, of an oddity, it seemed that every wanderer that came upon the great wooden barge was fleeing something, but all found brotherhood in worship of the big P, and one of his travelling worshipers, someone Shreddin’ Ted called The Fargazer. Together theywere all working to keep this island a paradise as they carved, cooked, baked and surfed together. None shirked their chores in this group, and though all had a shadow behind their eyes, they had hope before them, and a drive to master the waves. Ted taught each of them to carve their own surfboard from the heart of one of the trees that carried them here, and life was good.
Wave minus one month
Jane awoke in the sleeping hall with a start, like a chill bucket of northern ice water had been poured over her… she carefully extracted herself from the pile and moved to the porch and her stone chair to sit a spell and think, where she found the Half Elf, Galionas already sitting.
“Dreams?” he asked?
“Like a wave of cold water, pushing you awake?”
feeling an unusual dread, she again nodded…
“I had this dream as well tonight, and once before tonight, the very day I decided to flee Glandora ahead of the invasion. I knew then I needed to go and get on the water, but I do not know what it means now, but I feel it means we must prepare…”
Jane nodded again, and laid her hand on his shoulder, of all the flotsam who washed ashore on her island, he had been the quickest to learn, and the first to find deeper faith here.
“I believe our island, like all paradises, is not long for this world… we have been given this island for a time to find the paradise in our hearts, but now we are being called to prepare, to face the world, to help bring the peace of this place to others, though by the sting of the cold in that dream, I know it will not be pleasant, and it will test us. but the time is coming where we will travel where we are needed, and like the big P before us, ride the wave of good as it sweeps embittered lands.
Galionas nodded, puffed and passed… and they silent watched the waves lap the shore until the sun peaked over the horizon and other began to wake.
Wave minus 1 week
It had been a busy month, they had increased the gardens, and the soil of this island waters with divine water gave forth food well in excess of what they needed, and it was dried in the long hot sun with care and kept safe and ready to travel. Not many talked about it, but they all knew now, something was coming, and they would need leave, but still every day was filled with joy, they walked the island, tended the plants, waxed their boards and rode the waves. The lived in the now of paradise but stood ready.
Wave minus 30 minutes
At once everyone in the sleeping room woke, shivering, wet… there was no cry, shout or cursing, they all felt in their heart what it was. the end of this paradise, and the beginning of another journey. This time though, they would not sit idly as flotsam, but instead ride as the Great P once had. It was clear to all now why they had gathered here, to know peace before the floods, to know contentment before the battles, and to grow together before they faced the world.
The all rose, gathered their meagre belongings, and took their boards down to the bay. Jane watched as they formed into their 3 surfing teams, Gold, Silver and Bronze, and paddled out into the unnaturally still waters… She lit one last island grown blunt, took a hit and left the rest sitting on the stone chairs arm, an offering to Prometheus, and made her way down the steps, and led her people out of the bay, into the ocean to wait…
Wave minus 30 seconds
the water around them dipped, rocked and to the south seemed to rise like a wall…
All at once, they cheered. it was finally here…