Operation Land Bridge! AW for one please! The thread starts out on the mainland/Fundy National Park side! Kamari’s scent is disguised. She looks (and smells) pretty much like a random Loner. She has a small day pack and a knife on her person.
Please be sure to check out the the current reference for what the land looks like!
Snippet from the May 2018 Newspost:
“The ground at the landbridge is rocky and uneven, and the high tide covers most of it from view, though the water depths are shallow. As spring edges into summer though, soft mossy growth begins to spread over the rock. The tidal activity in both the new Loch Fundy and Inlet of Fundy have calmed significantly due as well, and water has receded a little at the Isthmus of Chignecto.”
It's a 13-hour trek across the new land bridge at a walking pace (so, probably a bit slower given the rocky terrain + breaks). The high/low tides are predicted as follows:
- June 11th:
- Low Tide: 6AM | 2 ft (0.6 m)
- High Tide: 12PM | 25.6 ft (7.8 m)
- Low Tide: 6PM | 2.6 ft (0.8 m)
- High Tide: 12AM | (27.6 ft (8.4 m)
It had taken her four days of hugging the coastline on foot before she had finally found what she had been tasked to investigate; the newly formed land bridge that connected the mainland to—supposedly—the southern peninsula. If the such were proven true, it would have been a valuable shortcut to the far off, eastern lands. Where a trek around the Bay of Fundy would have taken many days, the land bridge would cut the journey into a fraction of the time. This was all, of course, if the secondhand rumors she had been given were proven true with her investigation of them.
The great variance in die had made the crossing a bit difficult to locate, as, more than once, Kamari had wondered if she had gone too far or perhaps not far enough. Eventually though, she had found the sliver of new land stretching far across the Bay. It reminded her of a tall wall of sorts at low tide, rocky and rough looking, the waters of Fundy lapping softly at either embankment. From her judgement, it was at least a couple miles wide from where it branched off from the mainland. Greenery dotted a few of the higher rocks along the bridge, hinting that, even at high tide, such areas were likely not too far beneath the water’s surface.
Kamari had made the decision to wait out a day before daring to make the trek across the foreign, newly-formed land. Making a small camp within view of the crossing, the jackal took the time to scribe her notes for her report in German. She wrote down things like obvious landmarks in the area and their distance from the crossing, how large she guesstimated it to be across, how much of it was covered at high tide from what she could see of it from this side of the Bay, the terrain of the bridge and how easy or difficult she surmised it to be to cross it. All of these, she was sure, would be of great importance to the one that had tasked the Sapienza out.
From the looks of it, Kamari would be getting her feet wet. At high tide, the crossing was submerged beneath the Bay’s waters, though, when she had tested it during her observation period, they were shallow enough to be waded through, and, even still, a few of the rock formations still peaked above the water line should she need to get out or rest for a bit. It was only once the Kaiser had come to the conclusion that the bridge—at least from the mainland side—was relatively safe to cross, did she decide to carry out the second half of her mission.
On the sixth day since she had left the Kingdom, Kamari had risen early to start her arduous and decidedly dangerous journey across the bay. By her predictions from her previous day of observation, she had about until noon before the high tide would creep back in and swallow the crossing. She just hoped that, where ever she was along the bridge when such a time happened, she was able to still wade through the waters or at least find a place to wait out the tide…
The tide had been on its way out when Kamari began her task. She picked and clambered her way up and across the rocky field, mocked all the while by the seagulls that spotted the little jackal hybrid.