After the Calamity, when the seas rose and swallowed the land, a disaster fell upon an innocuous ship. The Walls of Jericho fell, fueled by challenge and daiquiris, and left survivors adrift on a square of wood. The survivors were tossed about like flotsam and jetsam, forced to eke out a life among water and debris.

For days they survived on the Endless Sea, finding abandoned rafts of other survivors and islands few and far between. Yet they not only survived. Against rime and reason, against odds and voices in their heads, they thrived. Their humble square grew into a bustling ship, one that rivaled the ship that cast them away to their fate.

With ingenuity and will, they created. The Diver swam after their fiercest foe, she of many teeths or the Aenne of the sea, collecting the scrap they needed to survive. The Builder organized, improving their aquatic home. The Artist designed, bringing color and life to drab plank and frond. The Doer kept the others together and doing what they did best.

They found a beacon, a feline of gold and luck. They decorated their ship with heads of fallen foes and for a time borrowed her visage upon crown and brow. Their craft rose into the sky, heights attainted on foundation of wood. They created a humble follower, one to watch over crop and life, denying scavengers on wing of stolen property.

It is said their ship, named after a man of swiftness despite short stature, sails on over the Endless Sea. If one finds themself lost, bereft of company and cheer, they will find the ship. Light will guide them, the smell of fish and beet will invigorate, and the rhythmic quacking of a scrappy duck will help the lost find their way again.