Donovan was content to be the last to board the small boat, after making sure the others were safe aboard. He let slip the last rope that held the much smaller craft tethered to the larger one, and slowly their new boat began to drift away from the larger. It wasn't much longer before the larger ship began to look smaller in the 'distance'... which was odd, given that the larger ship was still only a few yards away. It continued to 'shrink', as if out of some fantastical tale, and eventually it simply disappeared from sight. Either it was too far away to see now, too small to perceive, or simply 'gone', like wood 'disappears' when it is burned, only, there was no ash left behind.<br/><br/>The giant chaos ship was no more, and Donovan let out a faint sight of satisfaction... and relief.<br/><br/>"Yes, I saw it," he confirmed with a nod towards Methuseld when she voiced her shock and surprise. Her complaint against magic was well-noted, for Donovan - if he was to speak of magic in that moment - would likely have shared words along the same lines.<br/><br/>He was fairly certain no one had listened to him, or at least, not much. Each of the others seemed lost in their own thoughts, concerns, plans and fears. Each of them seemed a little 'different' than they were when they boarded the boat back at the previous dock. Now that they were approaching shore once more, each of them had... changed, similarly to how the boat itself had changed, though perhaps not to such a degree.<br/><br/>Donovan turned his attention back around to the boat in front of him, as he sat on the aft plant next to the tiller. He reached a hand out to grasp the wooden handle, and held it fast, guiding the nose of their craft towards the port in the distance. Their single small sail providing enough push to aid Dean and Methuseld who had taken up oars. Aza, of course, sat at the fore, like some pampered princess who felt that she was above physical labor.<br/><br/>The sun rose, bringing more light to the day, and the distant port town grew larger. Aza seemed bored by this time, and it was with a boring tone that she casually mentioned that there would be a fight ahead.<br/><br/>Of -course- there was. Nothing was going to be easy until they were -far away- from this part of the world. The Vizier was powerful, and his reach was long.<br/><br/>As they neared the docks, though, the place seemed to be bustling like any other port would be this early in the morning. Many other ships - larger, cargo-carrying ones as well as medium and smaller schooners and barges - were loading goods, or off-loading, and doing the typical things that ships like these did. Farther down the pier were a few fishing vessels just getting underway, as well, and the dock area seemed to be full of life.<br/><br/>Donovan's eyes scanned for possible foes... but as of yet, saw none. No one seemed to be paying them much mind as they approached the dock, an empty spot on the side of one of the piers looking quite inviting for their ship. Donovan faithfully steered their craft that way, so very grateful that he and his companions would finally be back on solid land in a handful of minutes...<br/><br/>Yet Aza's warning was not lost upon him. His weapons were at his hips, and he was prepared....<br/>