Though the island looked near, Amias had told us that it was still probably a day's worth of rowing.
I sighed, knowing that I will have to endure another day in the middle of the sea. It was fortunate that I did not feel sick by the constant rocking of the boat, but it didn't mean that I fancied being in the waters. Aside from the sploshing of water against the hull and the occasional outburst of sea birds flying overhead, it was silent. The air was humid under the heat of the sun, and the wind that blew was dry and tasted of salt. Wiping the sweat off of my brows, I continued rowing the boat forward.
"Sh'muel," Lyana called out from behind. "You should take a break. Come on, eat with us. Your mother has packed bread for us to share."
I tried to ignore the huntress. I was still upset
