Friday, June 6, 1650
The olive grove where the party had laid down is not far from the sea (the mountain comes to the sea, so nowhere to either the north or south of Zagora is far from the sea). A distant sound first, unrecognizable, but after quite a few minutes, more and more familiar, particularly to Nasira. It is the sound of oars, and it is moving closer. It will awake both of you, and bring you to the edge of a low rise, to where you can look down at the beach.
The galley is perhaps eighty feet in length, and manned by twenty rowers; they are bringing the boat towards the narrow shore, where the sand is no more than a dozen yards wide.
Then, to the party's left, the sound of others moving down the slope, a fair distance away, too far to hear their voices clearly, just enough to know that they are there. You would guess four, perhaps five, not necessarily all men. After watching for several minutes, you see them come onto the beach - four men and a woman - just prior to the galley getting there. Those on shore and those on the boat wave to one another.