[X] I'm going to head for that waterfall you mentioned.
"I'm going to head for that waterfall you mentioned."
FIGUREHEAD: Good, that's good. I hope you can get everything figured out.
"Bye for now."
You turn and walk up the beach, away from the galley filled with creepy demons and its talkative figurehead.
SAGACITY: You know, you only have the word of an obvious hallucination that there is even a waterfall in this direction. Awareness didn't see anything, which means
you didn't see anything. The most logical explanation is that you are just imagining a waterfall.
Why would you imagine a waterfall? That doesn't make any sense.
NAVIGATE: Well, I for one am happy we are finally going exploring, even if there is nothing to find.
There is something to find though, there's a waterfall. Why would the figurehead make up something like that?
SAGACITY: You know what, never mind, carry on.
The walk up the beach is bracing. Chilly winds gust in from over the sea, and there is nothing to be see but endless ranks of jagged quartz rocks and grey sand. The cold air does you good, though. Your head feels clearer than it has all day, with only the occasional tingle and pop inside your skull to remind you that not all is right up there.
AWARENESS: Wait, there it is.
Sure enough, after some minutes of walking, you can make out the waterfall, a steady drizzle from some mountain stream high up in the dappled, quartz-faced cliffs, cascading down and puffing into water vapour in the breeze.
SAGACITY: What? That doesn't make any sense.
That's life, isn't it?
SAGACITY: No! Life makes sense, actually. That's the whole point of knowing things.
Well, whatever, there's a waterfall and we're going there.
SAGACITY: It has to be a coincidence.
NAVIGATE: I don't know, it's exactly where she said it would be.
SAGACITY: Where
we said it would be. We're all the same person! This is ridiculous.
We probably shouldn't think about this too hard.
HAWK SWORD: A wise decision, my lady.
The waterfall seem like a tiny trickling of water barely worthy of the name, but as you grow closer you get a better idea of the volume of water cascading the cliff. It must be a decent sized stream up there.
It is as the figurehead described, a waterfall about half a league out, emptying into a tidal pool, surrounded by a semicircular alcove of white cliff face. The pool looks to be about waist deep on you, seperated from the sea by a shallow grey sandbank and the lowering tide of late afternoon. The waterfall itself empties to a raised dome of stone, sending up a fine white spray of mist.
Well, here we are, what now?
[ ] Enter the pool end get scrubbing.
[ ] Sit on the stone under the waterfall and meditate.
[ ] Reconsider and head back to camp, there has to be a more comfortable place to do this.