You've reached the Fjord of Flamingos, where the once-thriving colony of Flamingos has dwindled to a mere handful. The winds are treacherous, with gusts of up to 50 knots, making it a challenge for even the most seasoned sailor to navigate.
As you approach the fjord, you notice a lone Flamingo, seemingly the last of its kind. It stands atop a rocky outcropping, gazing out at the horizon with an air of resignation.
Will you:
Population: 1
Wind Speed: 50 knots
Water Depth: 10m
Flamingo Mood: Resigned