After the elder had talked to the other villagers in a language Szandor didn't understand, the natives moved back from him and where busying themselfes with other tasks. 

Szandor took the mute boy in front of him by the hand
[@DriveEmOut] "We should follow your friends", he said to him and hurried to catch up to the rest of the group.

He reached them as they ran besides a riverbank the young native pointed downwards and said something about a boat. Szandors heart skipped a beat. Was there really a boat somewhere? Was there the posibility to get of this island? Szandor tried to remember the sea chart the ship's navigator always had laid out on deck while calculating their route. He was almost certain that there where at least 4 or 5 islands within a days sail but the intense pain of his right arm made it extremely hard to concentrate.