The mist descended across the nearby islands that night and kidnapped the golden sunlight the following day. The thickness made it almost impossible for anyone on board a single ship to navigate safely.
"We must be nearing it by now, surely?" Isa asked.
"I don't know." Hayda answered sighing heavily. "Although I've heard rumours that a deep fog surrounds the witch's island, a curse she cast to keep people away. She was never fond of visitors, so I'm lead to believe."