Around the island: Friday afternoon
Trenor was being remarkably well behaved considering he'd been locked up all week, bearing Karal and Willow with good grace around the island's edge. It couldn't be too much farther. If the boat was here, they had to find it soon, because they were going to run out of island.
They were going to end up right where they'd started, because an island was round, and where in Vkandis' name was it! "There." Karal reined Trenor in and pointed down the hill, where a fluttering scrap of sail could be seen. "That must be it."
They were going to end up right where they'd started, because an island was round, and where in Vkandis' name was it! "There." Karal reined Trenor in and pointed down the hill, where a fluttering scrap of sail could be seen. "That must be it."