"Main God protect us! This is 52 degrees north latitude. The longitude His Majesty spoke of cannot be determined. We are in the middle section of a long island chain, on a very long, very large island—perhaps the largest in the chain. I stood on the island's high ground and looked out. To the north was the vast ocean, and to the south was the vast ocean too. I feel the ocean to the north is a little lighter in color. Is it because it's colder? Or is it because, north of the island, there is a tall, ice-and-snow God Mountain, flashing with a sheet of pure white light?..."
The boundless ocean stretched wide to north and south, and the long island extended east and west. A gleaming iceberg stood on the protruding northern side of the great island, while to the south lay an inward-curving, wind-sheltered bay. At this moment, Scholar Miki was standing on the hills beside the bay, wearing a sealskin hat and wrapped in a thick walrus-hide fur coat. From afar, he looked just like a gray, dusty big "marmot" standing on the hillside.
The wind by the sea was strong, and very cold, cold enough to carry ice grit. Scholar Miki shivered a little and "hah-hah" breathed onto his cotton-wrapped palms. A faint ring of white mist drifted from his mouth, like some cloud-and-fog sprite from myth. He rubbed his palms hard and hopped in place for a while before picking up his charcoal pencil again and continuing to write and draw on the parchment.
If one looked closely, this roll of parchment already showed a long island, a large bay, and a range of ice mountains to the northeast. Besides that, there was a tiny person mark on the island, and a long ship