You head down the path, mesmerized by the title of the place you are now traveling towards. The Dark Isle. You wonder what dangers or pleasures you will find there.
The day is almost over by the time you come to a small harbor. You walk around, trying to find a ship that would be willing to take you to the Dark Isle. However, you are met with little success.
"The Dark Isle?" You are confronted with incredulous stares. "Why in the name of all that's sane and logical would you want to go there?"
Finally, you persuade a rugged-looking captain to take you there. For a price, of course. You pay the man off and then board his ship.
He informs you that they will cast off immediately, and shows you to a dingy cabin. He then leaves you alone, promising to inform you once they reach the Isle. You lay down on the mattress which the straw stuffing is falling out of, not caring whether it is dirty or not. You close your eyes for an instant, and drift off into welcome sleep.
You are awoken by a shout.
"Behold the Dark Isle!"
You scramble to your feet and bolt out of your cabin, rushing to the side of the ship.
You wait impatiently as the sailors pull up in the bay and anchor the ship. You tell the captain to wait for you, and he agrees, as long as you do not take more than 24 hours. Spending a day at the Dark Isle does not seem especially appealing to the crew of this ship. You agree, then hop down onto the dock eagerly. You look up at the castle on top of the Isle and try to discern the quickest way up.