🧳 If you’re on the ferry to PEI, you’d better have your gear! Missing something? Don’t fret—the wind may tease and the gulls may gossip, but there’s no shame in turning back for one last look.
Otherwise, sit back and enjoy the ride—magic’s just over the waves. 🌊
You arrive at the ferry port just as the sun dips low over the water, casting long golden streaks across the dock. The ferry doesn’t leave for another hour—a small mercy, considering the immediate jolt of realization that you don’t have a Landmark Token! Not one. Not from the Rockies, where you stood among ancient peaks and whispered pines. Not from Château Frontenac in Old Quebec, whose spires still haunt your memory like a dream half-remembered. You groan inwardly. How could you have been so careless? You were right there. Twice. And yet, you never thought to ask. But ask who? The Keeper? You barely escaped that encounter with your wits intact. Granny Elsie, maybe? But both places feel impossibly distant now, like echoes from another life.
As you stand there, lost in thought and frustration, a figure approaches. He’s wrapped in a plaid flannel jacket, toque pulled low, and his eyebrows—thick, wild, and oddly expressive—seem to have a life of their own. “I see you look lost, eh?” he says, his accent so thick it practically crunches underfoot. “Maybe I can help ya?”
You explain your dilemma: the missing Landmark Tokens, and the looming failure of the Canadian Potluck Quest.
His brows shoot up like startled caterpillars. “Oh, dat’s a shame, eh? Well, ya could always go back, but I know a guy—just came back from da Rockies. Maybe he’s got a token he don’t need?”
The wind picks up, carrying the scent of pine and possibility. Three paths stretch before you: retrace your steps to the Rockies, return to Old Quebec, or follow this peculiar Canadian Stranger into the unknown.
