3rd point of view

At the east of Vacuo closing on patch sailed a small ship made out of wood, a weird symbol painted on a red sail with a golden broided edge

But who was the captain of this magnificent vessel, this adventurous boat?

Well, what sat behind the wheel was a rajang? no, it was a man whose height can only be compared  with a  giant, a golden messy mane that could make a lion jealous, a sculptured body, and a face... let's just call it rough

The admiral pov

I started walking down the stairs the led from the quarterdeck down to my chambers, I opened the door to a small room in the middle was bed with a white puffy pillow and blankets with the same design as the sails on the ship, on the right was a small table with a red book and a feather with a small bottle of ink right next to it, on the other side of the room was a rack with a hammer which can only be described as a clump of needles tied down with wood to a chunk of black rocky like skin and an ax head glued to the back 

As I took a deep breath I went to the table and sat on the chair that was nearby grabbed the feather and I sank the tip on the ink only for me to begin writing 

"It's been around three weeks since I left from Astera, and five weeks I would say since the death of safi'jiiva and well what we thought was the death of its baby form you could call it

 I mean who would have thought that enough bioenergy from those elders would make a whole other being and that the thing being born would require so much energy that the weather would calm down around the island enough for us to go out and explore, well to be more specific for me to explore, as much as I wanna wait for my old friend to plan everything the thought of a new world excites me.

Tho so far I haven't found anything interesting I mean yeah I have confirmed that there is indeed land through the small islands that I have found but no ports or villages, not even a single piscine wyvern it has just been boring so far so I guess the note that I left to the master so that he stops any expedition until I return is useless, okay sure granted it was only an excuse to do anything I wanted but still.

well I guess that only the future will tell what is gonna happen next"

I close the book put the feather back on the ink and rested my whole back on the chair I sighed the only thing that I have been doing for the past few weeks is checking how much Astora jerky I have left as it was the only thing I brought with me in the hurry as to not get noticed by the commander.

"I miss you meowscular chef and your aptonoth soup" I thought to myself as I extended my hand and almost let out a tear, the thought of good food was worthy to cry for 

As I was about to stand up the wingdrake with a scar on his eye that I had brought, ain't nobody gonna part me away from my boy, started screaming"finally something interesting" I thought to myself as I ran out of the room knocking down the chair that I was sitting on.

I opened the door and climbed the ladder as fast as I could only to be met with a port, "finally civilization I have been blessed" I exclaimed, I went to the wheel and set the ship to look straight to the port, I couldn't wait anymore I need some good food and nobody can stop me 

*Timeskip of 30 min*

After I had tied the ship the only thought on my mind was to get food, no more astora jerky, "that dried ass piece of Jagras dung can throw itself off a cliff" I screamed to myself mentally, I started to walk and came across a shop of bread thank fatalis that the people here used a weird form of twisted wyverian language, the shop was managed by a human with lynian ears? "weird but I mean the wyverians are descendants of wyverns so maybe its the same as ridiculous as that could be" I thought.

As I laid the zenny down to pay for the bread the humanoid lynian gave me a weird look and took the bread away and then said "You need to pay with lien, no other weird coin allowed"

I stared with a blank face only to fall onto my knees and slam my hands on the ground "I curse you, cruel fate" I screamed only for everybody on the road to look at me with a terrified face 

3rd pov

The giant man stood up and departed to his vessel with a sad look on his face, as he left the road the night began to creep, and with that, the adventure started and the world of the remnant would learn why some hunters in Astora call the admiral the eye of the storm.

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So with that come the end of the first chapter I do plan on making the chapters as lengthy as this one but tell me if you want the chapters to be longer or short and if you have any criticism tell me and I will work to fix it

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, see you