Stranded by his crew, the Captain struggles to find his land legs as he hobbles over the uneven ground. He's used to the smooth oak decks of his ship, now two weeks lost to mutiny.
"Where the hell am I?", he mutters. The mountains are only increasing in size, suggesting that his travels take him farther and farther from the coast.
The Captain regains his bearings from the sun. Landmarks do him no good without his maps.
How he wished he was standing at...