It was still dark and there was nothing to do so, I took the chance to get some sleep. The boat's gentle rocking was like a lullaby, slowly pulling me into a light slumber. However, my rest was cut short when I felt someone tapping on my leg. Groaning, I peeled my eyelids back and looked up. "Magat?" I asked as I saw the war chief's face looming over me like a a giant moon. "What is it?"
"I'm sorry for waking you up, but you do remember that I said we will take turns in rowing the boat, don't you?" He beamed at me. Even under the cover of darkness, I could see the shadows under his eyes. Magat indeed looked like he needed rest.
I pushed the grogginess away from my system by shaking my head. "Yes, I remember," I said to him as I hauled myself to my feet. The boat shook under the movement
