The preparations began to take place immediately, the rowboat lowered soon to wait for the group of heroes to board it and be carried ashore at the western end of the island, on the sandy beach. The crew was rushing to keep the ship in motion, the woman in the crow's nest keeping a sharp eye on the light in the distance.<br/><br/>Flying over the island's shore, Jayne could see little else than the lone light on the western shore of the island, the thick trees making it hard to tell what lay ahead however. Flying further north looked risky however, as she soon spotted a pair of guard-towers built along a short stretch of plains there. They were guarding that beach, back where the cliffs began, where the ground began to rise quickly. There was no wall, but the watchtowers had been built with a good view of their surroundings, and from what she could tell in the air, ample light.<br/><br/>It would take a while to reach them though, and before it there was the beach, and a fair bit of forest to cross through. Beyond that was hard to say without flying into areas that might be even more guarded.<br/><br/>The lone torch moving at the western beach appeared to belong to a lone robed figure, waving it at the direction of the ship. It was obvious from above that the figure had already spotted the ship as well, despite its presence at a dark ocean clouded by the shadows of the approaching storm.