As Eryndor was confronted with the results of his wrong choices a few weeks later...
...the people of Isolde fought constantly against a fate that seemed determined to stop them with every means at its disposal. They struggled through yet another perfect storm...
...were attacked weeks later by an immense sea serpent....
...which could only be driven away by the intervention of the dragons...
...only to be raided by a population of mermaids just as peace seemed to have returned...
No one had expected such adversity. And when their hopes were crushed yet again because the rocks they had seen represented no new land, and because their rations were exhausted, despair struck even this proud people.
But finally, after ten hours and sixty-six days of sailing, there it was...a white coast with an endless row of cliffs. This had to be the island they had longed for.