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 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 minutes, he was on the large sea in his tiny boat.
