When Cap’t William sent me out to explore, conquer and pillage the Western Johnstonlands, my crew kept finding a strange way to regulate water runoff. At first we thought that they were some sort of latrine but the natives quickly told us otherwise. But with native grasses and local flowering plants growing in them, I’m still not sure. IF YOU MUST ENTER THE BEACON, BE VERY CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP! Should be some real young pirate booty here. Be very stealthy, the J-lander muggles are not intimidated by us.
Park your chariot right next to the beacon on the very smooth “cobblestone?” road. The locals call them “streets” or “courts”(but with never a king) or “circles” (but never completely round). Arrr?
