He covered it with his jacket. His arms were almost useless by then, and the tide and waves seemed to be carrying him toward the harbor. There was little he could do to correct their course. And in truth, he thought it as good a place as any to land. If he could drift past the larger Komadian ships in the darkness, beach the boat on the ruined northern shores of the village… It felt foolish and crazy, yet at the same time it just might work. They would be watching for him along the coast, not in the harbor. They would never believe that he would be mad enough to return there. And Namior needed help as soon as possible. She had stopped moaning, and he took that to be a bad sign. He wished he could throw down the oars and go to her, listen to her breathing, check her wound, but he could not. Though he rowed little, he used the oars more to try to steer them, attempting to find the best route through to the harbor. There were three large ships anchored in the waters outside Pavmouth Breaks.
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