Thunder Clouds hung low, the ocean vast and boundless.
This sea region had been isolated from the world for tens of thousands of years.
Always, there have been people lost here, but no one has ever left alive.
Here, aside from the flashes of lightning and the thunderous roars, and the tumultuous, endless ocean, not even the sun, moon, or stars could be seen.
To discern the time of day, one could only rely on the ebb and flow of the tides to know that Earth had spun another round.
Do not venture out to sea at high tide; this has been the island adage of Death Island for ten thousand years.
"One day, I will leave this sea region. The books say that the sky outside is blue, that the sun's warmth is particularly comforting when it shines on you."
"The books also mention lands beyond the sea that are bigger than Hope Island, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, blue skies and white clouds, and scenic mountains and clear waters."
