Chapter 129: Sail On
They traveled like ducks in a row, single-file, up the foggy river. All sails were down. The repetitive grinding of oars rotating in the rowlocks was music to Gunnar's ears, and the smacking of their paddles against the water echoed off the sandy, rock-studded riverbanks. It was a fond reminder of simpler times. Times when his father still lived, his brother was only just becoming a promising political player, and Gunnar was a lad with adventure on his mind-and two eyes in his head.
After a week spent skirting the northern coast of Athacea, Gunnar's six ships rowed against the current, journeying up the western branch of the Cervice River. The waterway was narrower than usual here, but the river ran deep. As long as they traveled in single file, even these large, ocean-going vessels could make it up the river all the way to Cervice.