Getting wet wasn’t going to be a big deal. Noah bent down and took off his boots, socks, and rolled up the legs of his pants halfway up his calf. He was already dressed the rest of the way for Torchline’s weather with a thin linen shirt just covering his torso. Tucking his boots behind a rock so that, hopefully, they would still be there when he came back, Noah waded into the waters and mounted the massive ray.
Traveling in the water this way was new for Noah. It was exhilarating and, in all truth, fun. When they approached the island Noah moved off of Hadama, carefully avoiding his long tail, and settled just in the shallow waves of the beach. He held his hand out to the merking, asking again for the map.
Once the map was in his hands, Noah moved up the shore and closer to the denser foliage of the island. He unrolled the parchment, lifted the map, and pointed it east towards the Mistbanks.
