If it weren't for reaching a resource supply agreement with a nearby friendly tribe that worships the Whale Hunter, they would be stuck chewing on dried fish by now.
Life was indeed difficult.
"What's that? Look quickly, there's a ship coming!"
Until one day at the end of June.
A line of golden light appeared among the northern waves, at first just a tiny dot, but suddenly it leapt out of the blue waves like the sun, arriving swiftly.
A group of weather-beaten Tower Guardians all ran out, eyes wide as they watched an unprecedented fleet draw closer.
A young man suddenly cheered:
"I recognize it, that's our Vice President King of the Wild Hunt, His Majesty Saint Byron's Legendary Warship, The Golden Deer!
In my lifetime, being able to witness one of the world's few Legendary Warships, I could die without regret."
He was immediately elbowed by a companion who corrected him:
"It's President Saint Byron! Calling him Vice is why you're stuck manning the tower."
