Chapter 108: Hearts, Part 1
He gave up travelling by sea when the smell of wood smoke and people grew so strong he knew it was only a matter of minuteshours at bestbefore he was seen. If he was stuck on an island to which he'd been magically drawn and from which magic prevented him escaping, he preferred to see without being seen for as long as possible.
Dusk was creeping up on the day, the wind going from cold to bitter, but it was welcome respite from the damnable sun.
When he landed on the beach, Håkon hopped out of the boat and dragged it across the sand and through the long grass to a cluster of boulders with just enough room to tuck a boat in amongst them. Without unusual strength or magic, no one else would be getting it out again. Making note of the area, he set off toward the smell of people.