The Lost Journal of a Brimbarian Pirate

The battle was fierce against the draconin that guarded Doh'garus' southern shores. I was forced to make a dash for a life raft. With one large blast of arcane fire, my raft was set adrift away from what we knew Eternity to be. Based on the position of the sun, I believe I was headed south. I like to attribute this to my boat's small size, but not a single one of the monsters that lurk in deeper waters saw my boat as a prey item. I simply drifted for about a week. I'm glad I'm a brimbarian, A draconin, or even a dwarf would have died of thirst within that week. Brimbarians can take up to a month to die in this way. Several months for hunger. All I can do is hope that I find some undiscovered land with resources enough to keep me alive. Then, I need to find a way back to the four landmasses that make up current day Eternity.
I've finally made landfall, only to find just how screwed I am. Nothing but sand as far as the eye can see. I've never heard of such an expanse. No water, no rivers, no vegetation, no shade, nothing. I suppose this is an improvement from just drifting through Eternity's seas, but not by much. Its rather hard for salty, undrinkable water to taunt you when there IS NO WATER AT ALL! All I can possibly do, is make my way inland with the hopes of maybe finding water. Where there is water, there is vegetation. Where there is vegetation, there is food.
I've been walking for three days! Each night is as cold as Midor's peaks. As I travel by day, there is always a lake, or pond on the horizon, but it never draws closer no matter how far I walk. I swear, its taunting me. My boots have already been worn away at the souls, and the very dryness of the sand is rubbing the skin off my feet. The heat is stripping away my stamina. Before long, I will be unable to move at all. Quite the transition in extremes. From constantly soaked to the bone on a large ship, riding the waves, to a complete lack in all mention of water.
Two weeks into my journey inland, my time grows short. Still, the pond hangs just at the edge of my vision, and still, it taunts me. That is, until I saw water finally draw closer. As the expanse of water grew, my hope shrunk. I had arrived at the other side of the landmass, and met the sea once again. This was it. I give up! Just four days and it'll all be over. This suffering has been drawn on for too long, and now I am just four days from release. I never thought I'd welcome death with open arms, but I do. Just four days I lay here, and think of just how bad my luck was. I'd say it were straight up comical if it had happened to anyone else. The irony alone. A pirate, who spent his days out at sea, dying of thirst.