Horace sat on the deck of the ship, his back leaning against a pillar as he looked into the sky. It was peaceful if he didn't think about who owned the ship. He could feel it coming to a stop, and confused, he got up and looked out. In the distance, he saw the Ammary navy approaching the single ship and smiled, knowing he was home.
Horace picked up his bag and walked towards the Captain. "I think this is as far as we can go." The captain looked into the distance at the approaching fleet and gave a single nod. "It has been a pleasure." Horace gave a small bow and walked off. He already knew their ship couldn't dock at Far-mile, and they had planned for him to row his way back to shore.
"You two. Send our guest back." The captain called down in a commanding tone, and two crew members gave a nod, preparing a small rowing boat for Horace. They were quick, and within a couple of minutes, he was on the large sea in his tiny boat.
