You make your way out of the thick green foliage and back out into the sun-bright, white light of the beach. Before you, an expanse of azure water and the main land Tir, hazy in the distance, behind you a dense tropical jungle, bird calls and marmoset shrieks are muffled by the leaves. A wind whips along the shore, tossing glistering sand before it. Sighing you follow the beach along trying to think of a way to return to the mainland. The waters look deep, though clear, and the tide strong. As you round a spur of cliff edged beach you find a small boat, identical to the one that brought you here only its wood tinted a streaky emerald green and it's sides carved with styalised dragon like wings, furled above the water, along the sides of the craft. The boat's prow is carved in the likeness of a snarling dragon head, it's amber and flame red tongue coiling from between carved white wooden teeth. Silently it snarls at the far shores, it's nose pointed towards the Tir. again there are no oars, not mooring, the tide is rising and soon the boat will be loose. You can return to the Jungle or take your chances with the dragon-boat.