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When we finally run out of water, we'll know that
we've gone as far as we can."
Gisella turned her head slowly and regarded the
kender. "Those were my very thoughts! Sometimes
you surprise me, Burrfoot," she admitted. "That settles
it, then. We stay with the boat for as long as possible.
Take care of the steering part, will you, Woodrow? Be
a dear." And with that decision made, she retired to the
confines of her wagon.
Woodrow looked to Tas. "For the time being, Wood-
row, just steer away from the cliffs behind us. As long
as they're getting smaller, we're moving away from
them. Once they're out of sight, which won't be for
some time, we'll have to rely on the sun."
"How do you know so much about navigating a
boat?" Woodrow asked ingenuously.
"I don't know anything about navigating boats," Tas
said matter-of-factly. "But I'm a mapmaker, and I rely
a lot on the sun when I navigate on land. If it works on
land, I can't think of any reason why it shouldn't work
on water, too."
Woodrow nodded and watched the cliffs until they
later disappeared in moonlight.
Early in the morning of their second day, Woodrow
spied a land mass to the north, and by its narrow shape
he knew it to be either a large island or a peninsula. He
altered course to keep it in sight. "We can chart our
progress by how quickly the land passes," he reasoned.
On the third day they passed through a channel that
was perhaps ten miles wide, between the island and
another spit of land. After narrowing gradually, the
channel suddenly opened wide to the east
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