"Oh, you can walk AROUND the island in a day or two. Week, at the most if you make it a little vacationy trip looking for shells and sea trash from he reefs,"
Raidou stopped, pulled a branch of a tree with a please and a thank you, and started to draw in the dirt. "See, the islands shaped like this, sorta,"
A rough circle, very rough, with a peice missing. "That's where docks. And around the island, there's reefs, big, nasty reefs and deep, deep pockets where big stuff lives," he scribbled a little. Added an arrow. "That's the usual current. They're strong. To get to the port from the far side you had to swing around, then circle back and go against the current. Swing WIDE, or the reefs then the beasties will get you. The beasts stay because of the reef, you see, it's like a salad bar. So many ships. But they have to come here, the oceans too big for all but the biggest ships to make it across without stopping here, see? It's a bottle neck. S'why the docks are SO big."
"The bar's here, by the way," He added with a poking gesture. "That shell, we'll say. And the path inland goes from the main road in the docks, all the way in, past the rice paddies to the wide river, which goes to the canyons, and the desert, or you stay on the road and end up in the salt ruins. Icy, frozen, carved from pink salt ruins. But that's almost, two hundred miles inland."