Ash 25, 122
A whistle called out from the crow's nest. Land had been sighted. They had arrived. As they drew closer, the entirety of the crew appeared to come up to the deck, a couple hundred people, elongating the ship to dizzying proportions. Huge, rocky cliffs edged the land mass they approached, towering ten times higher than the mainmast. As they drew closer, the spotters and navigators communicated through a series of whistles, to allow for the avoidance of shoals, coral, rocks and the like.
Eventually, the Duck came around a cliff and found herself entering a large, horseshoe shaped bay. The two branches of the horseshoe sloped down to meet in a sandy beach, protected by the cliffs. A ways off from the beach, a tree line, palms and mangroves according to the spotters. The waters were deep, crystal clear, showing off a wide variety of brightly colored fish, plant life and coral below. The Duck entered the bay and dropped anchor. Captain Kynne walked down to the main deck, and over to the rail, calling to the newcomers that had come through the Doors earlier in the season.
"We have arrived."
He was smirking slightly, for he knew that meant different things to each person here.
"Well, let's get on with it."
Suddenly everyone could see objects appear on the distant beach, still a few hundred yards away.
"The Duck has delivered your trunks to the beach."
He turned to look at the group and winked. And everyone would find themselves in the exact same position they were in during said wink. Only now, they were ten yards closer to the beach and no longer upon the deck of the Duck. And gravity was taking hold, some twenty feet over the waters of the bay. Captain Kynne was among the group, shouting to the ship as they all began to fall. "See you in a year!"
And with that, the Duck picked up anchor, and began to leave.
Captain Kynne's body straightened into an arrow, his arms leading the way into a dive. He broke through the surface with barely a splash, zipping through the depths of the water. He made it almost a third of the way to the beach, far ahead of the rest of the arrivals when he breached the surface. He flipped over onto his back, lazily floating now, the gentle waves rocking him back and forth, his laughter could be heard by those that paid attention.