The western coast of SW Urok curves inward to form Phiona Bay, a broad shallow anchorage sheltered by the Pearly Mountains' western extent. The bay takes its name from Saint Phiona, a healer-priestess who, according to legend, walked across its waters during a great plague three centuries past. She touched the sick in every fishing village along the shore, and by morning the plague had broken. Whether miracle or myth, the bay is considered blessed water by many sailors.
Phiona Bay is treacherous for the unwary. Sandbars shift with the seasons, submerged rocks lurk where charts say clear water should be, and the currents run strange near the river mouths. Local pilots know the channels; outsiders founder. The fishing villages along the shore make good money guiding merchant ships to safe anchorage—and salvaging those that didn't pay for guidance.
The Vyandrik River empties into the bay's northern reach, wide and slow and navigable for shallow-draft vessels. The Prelapon joins it from the south, faster and prone to seasonal flooding. Together they drain most of the Pearly Mountains' western slopes, carrying silt that builds the sandbars and makes the bay's navigation so unpredictable.
On feast days commemorating Phiona's Walk, small boats with candle-lit shrines drift across the bay after sunset. Some say the candles burn for days without going out. Others say that's just good wax and wishful thinking.