As the prince returned back to his ship through the jungle, he felt transcended. An inner peace rolled over him like he had never experienced before, and he finally felt happy to return home instead of continuing to explore this new land - at least for the time being. The ancient pathways glowed with light, guiding him until the canopy had thinned enough for him to navigate using the stars above.
As the prince set sail home he had one final vision. The abandoned temple was not the one from his dreams, instead that lay elsewhere. He had been spared his doom, instead watched over and guided by the spirits of the forest. The local inhabitants were not vindictive, but instead had allowed him safe passage through the forest which they protect, for they saw something different in him, unlike those who had come in the past.
The prince sailed home under the light of the stars, using them to navigate with his litany of charts. He rested in his royal cabin, sipping on spiced rum, while the once elusive Vanillawood lay safely in its chest beside him.
