All aboard!

You arrive at the dock just as the sun begins to dip behind the mountains, casting long shadows across the water. The ferry waits, its hull gently rocking, its deckhands sipping from thermoses and humming old folk tunes. You board with your pouch full of potluck treasures and your heart full of anticipation. The ferry horn bellows once—low and proud—and the vessel pulls away from the mainland, cutting through the mist like a butter knife through bannock bread.

The journey is quiet, save for the cry of gulls. You pass the time watching the horizon, where the red cliffs of Prince Edward Island slowly rise into view like a memory returning.

🦫 Arrival on Prince Edward Island

The ferry docks with a soft bump. You step off onto the red-soiled shore, where the air smells of salt, seaweed, and distant bonfires. The island hums with quiet magic—gentler than the Rockies, but no less strange.

Waiting at the end of the dock is a beaver in a crisp vest and a ball cap that reads “PEI Regional Potluck Authority.” He’s holding a clipboard and chewing thoughtfully on a pencil. He looks up as you approach and squints. “You’re the one from the mainland, right? My sister met you back at the crossroads market. Said you had potential.” He flips a page on the clipboard and taps it with one paw. “Quick question before we sort you into your station: ”Do you have… the serving spoon?”