Beyond the bow of the ship lay an approaching bay filled with islands and emerald green forests. He was thankful that the steady northwest wind would push the flotilla of ships into the protected waters without further changes in heading. “I never thought I would see a sight so lovely . . .” he sang to the wind. An elbow caught him in the ribs, cutting the serenade short. “Aye, be careful of your words, my friend,” chided Angus, playfully. “If the crew hears you talk of the princess like that, they’ll have you tied up and lashed for uttering such sinful thoughts.” Connor scowled at his grinning friend. “I’m talking about getting off this cursed boat and finally setting foot on dry land. Prince Henry was right about everything. This distant land is so beautiful. We’re so close now, I feel I can almost reach out and touch it!” “And leave our cozy floating home away from home? You have got to be joking.” Connor managed a half-grin and returned his gaze to the distant shoreline.
