Then, with a great push from a few of their strongest men, the ship was put back into the water, and the oars were taken a hold of, pushing them further out into the sea.
They sailed a good distance away from the shore. They could not be said to be sticking exclusively to the shallows. They were over a mile away from where the towers stood. It wasn't a significant distance, as far as a ship was concerned, but Vol reasoned it would give them enough time to react to whatever they saw upon the horizon.
And then, it was simply a game of waiting. The only movements of the oar from then on were just to correct their course on occasion, and have themselves rowed back to their original spot. The rest of the time, they were tossed according to the gentle whims of the waves. The sky was clear, and the sea was as flat as it got, but the gentle undulations were still enough to make some of the weaker constituted men sick.
