"Nay, madam. This was further in our travels."

As he works at a particularly tangled snarl, his voice falls into a soothing cadence of storytelling. "It wasn't rightly an island at all, that I could tell. We'd had nearly a fortnight of fine weather and good sailing when King Edmund sighted what he believed to be a land mass off the port bow. But when we made for it, it seemed to be only a darkness like a mist rising from the water."