On the fifth day, the fog settles in, dank and cold. And that’s when things begin to go wrong. Tech begins to spurt, fizzle . . . and magic does the same. Doggedly all push onward, though murmurings and whispers start to skirt the edges of the fires. The fog is a bad omen.

This is nothing, however, compared to the sixth day when the turtle strikes the shoal.

The impact ripples through the shell like a mallet thundering against a bell. The resulting earthquake and its vibrations slam through the shell surface, and for a few minutes it may seem as though the world may never stop shaking.

All efforts at moving the turtle cease as the attention of all is pulled towards the cause of the quake and the damage left in its wake.