#julyroguechallenge

#julyroguechallenge

It's called the Floating Island, among other things. When the morning fog off the coast burns off, there it is. It just... is. No one's ever gone there to see what is it. Or, more specifically I suppose, no one's ever come back to tell us what it is. But someone always goes. Someone always must go when it appears off the coast of their town. Someone always feels the irresistible, ineffable urge to voyage to the island. When morning's first fisherman spots the island's spire jutting forth from the dissolving mist he will run back to the village and raise a cry to warn the others. Some will fall to their knees and beseech the heavens that it be not them who is called. Others will strap themselves to their rude huts like a captain to his wheel in a storm. Still others will run or ride inland at the greatest haste they can manage. It does not matter; someone always goes to the island, although no one has ever come back.