A scattered chain of small, rocky islands that form the northern boundary of Edko Sound. The name comes from the white sea-foam that perpetually coats the windward rocks, giving the islands a frosted appearance visible from miles away.
Each island has a distinctive silhouette that Enavadi fishermen use for navigation. Children learn to name them before they learn to read: the Needle, Fat Brother, the Widow's Teeth, Broken Basket, the Twins. A fisherman who cannot identify each island by shape in fog or darkness is not trusted with a boat.
The Floss Islands are uninhabited—the rocks are too steep, the soil too thin, and the exposure too brutal for permanent settlement. But fishermen tell stories. Lights on moonless nights, moving between islands where no one lives. Structures glimpsed at dawn that aren't there by noon. Fish that swim in perfect geometric patterns near certain rocks, then scatter when approached.
The practical-minded say it's phosphorescence and tired eyes playing tricks after long nights. The old salts say the Floss Islands remember something from before the sea rose and fell, and it's best not to anchor there overnight. No one important has ever tested the matter.