Cergala
Jago sat with Borzu, checking that the final leg of the journey concluded safely. There were only two spots he needed to worry over, two shallow areas at the final approach to the island.
Borzu looked again through his eyeglass. "I see it, Jago, but it looks like not much more than a mountain or two of rock with a few trees clinging to them. Do people live there?"
Jago disliked a lie, so he chose his words carefully. "I left more than a few friends there myself, Captain. Many more than a few,” Jago said.
"We should be safely anchored before the sun sets,” Borzu said.
Jago knew what Aenaila wanted to do, so he set the stage. "I believe it best if we take supper and this night aboard ship, Captain. Tomorrow will be soon enough to go ashore."
Borzu looked at Jago from the corner
