1 - Thanks for Coming

It had been a long journey from England to the new world, and captain Curth was happy to finally have land in sight again. The blue skies and uncharacteristic warmth were a welcome change from the cold, grey monotony back home. Or rather, the land that used to beh ome. This new world was easily the most lush and inviting place he'd ever seen, and he was glad to already be thinking of it as his home. Suddenly, the boat began rocking. Off starboard, a massive, black island began to rise from the water. The island was covered entirely in black cords, which gave way soon to brown cliff face. Then, two symmetrical patches of the black substance appeared. Between the ship's motion, and this new shop, the captain nearly collapsed. The cliff face had two massive eyes staring at him. In a daze, the next few moments were a blur, until he was shaken to his senses by the ship nearly capsizing until two huge breasts had fully breached the surface. With that, the New World lost its "lushest and most inviting place" title, as these two beautifully formed breasts dropped his ship into shadow. Fainting, though in a masculine, breast-inspired fashion, the captain would dream of exploring these bizarre, wonderfull hills...nay, mountains, of the new world.

Yellowfeather gave thanks to the spirits for allowing this last patch of warm weather before the winter came. She had made the hike east to where the trees and animals shrunk to the same size of their men, in order to swimming the ocean. A whale the size of a fish swam past her, until her movement frightened it away. She followed for a bit before her need for air brought her to the surface. Opening her eyes, a small piece of flotsam greeted her. Looking closer, she realized it looked more like a canoe at the scale of her men. The difference was that this had pieces of cloth above it, and the clothes worn by the people appeared quite different. She lifted the canoe from the water, peering closer. These people were clearly different, and she began moving to the shore, trying to hold the craft level. Setting it on the beach, she loomed above it, dripping onto the vessel. Finally, she decided to tell her tribeswomen about the newcomer.

Captain Curth awoke, drenched, by what must surely have been a rainstorm. Looking up, the skies were still clear, except where they were obscured by the silhouette of a goddess. As she glistened in the sunlight, he drank in every detail possible, stunned. With an alacrity that seemed impossible given her mammoth size, she walked away. The footsteps were deafening at first, though soon they settled to a thud felt through the deck of the ship. These reverberations couldn't hold a candle to the thudding of his heart, however.

- Anonymous Pilgrim