As Margaret tried to get up, Ivor reached one of his long hands out, pushing her down from the top of her head, nodding, “Yeah, no. Rest already, you aren’t going to heal that way.” Readjusting the grip on his oar, he said, “Besides, the slower we go, the more likely they’ll get lax...”

Giving his arms a workout, Ivorio maneuver his way back to the island, the sky getting darker as he moved. On one hand, it was going to be harder for them to get spotted, but on the other, if there was a rock or something near the shore, spotting it wasn’t going to be easy. However, as they got closer to the island, Ivorio could see dots of light around the coast: no doubt Marines still on the lookout for them. Ivor grinned as he used their light to move around the coastline without needing to worry about hitting it. Between their light and the star and moonlight up above, partially covered by clouds, they were capable of getting around just fine. The cliffs were easy to spot too: they weren’t being patrolled, but their silhouettes against the night sky were plain. Ivor didn’t want to risk climbing them in the darkness though: getting up with Margaret would be risky, and getting up himself risked bringing boulders down atop them.

As they got closer to the area indicated by Margaret, Ivor couldn’t help but notice that there were Marines there too: perhaps in taking so long, he’d given the soldiers a chance to spread out. It was definitely a mistake on his part. As he watched the shore, considering a fight, he failed to notice something moving in the darkness behind their little rowboat, a large silhouette slowly moving towards a nearby, untouched cliff side.