Up the frozen creek and to the north we go!
The snow and sleet thickened as the three marched on, cowls and cloaks hugged tight against the cold. Quite different from the southern tropics, the moisture around them crystallized into quite horrid gems that required constant crushing to scrape them frosty gems from their skins. Campfires were enjoyed, and mangoes were eaten alongside black pudding and tea. The journey itself was quite calm, with the surrounding forest growing thinner and the land itself disappearing.
The maps showed that this area of land was of dubious existence and may or may not disappear depending on the seasons. But in the distance for sure, there was an island covered in trees, with a looming cave overhead visible even in the distance. Well, not visible, but its whereabouts were known to be on that island.
Considering how it was spring and summer approached, Cog gauged they did not have much time to try and ford their way to the island - whose forest was known only as the Perfect Forest.
Treading on ice at night when the ice is thickest and the temperatures coldest seemed the right thing to do. With Cog being blind the lack of visibility wasn't an issue and all Onget and Quarithi had to do was stick close. Walking West for hours, Cog stepped his foot over a most unfortunate thing and withdrew with fright.
Water - the ice was thawing. Cog tried pushing West even further but it all seemed to end in an encroaching ocean and the moon turning westward. Cog tried turning back but they had all gotten lost and turning south led to nothing.
With nervous plodding they tried to backtrack and after half a day of following the ice and ocean at last they reached solid ground.
The sun was hours away from rising, everyone was tired, thirsty and hungry from that ordeal. All of the effort was not entirely wasted however, as two icy crabs were caught and would certainly make for a good meal. One thing for certain though, is that the ocean is not to be trusted. There had to be another way through.