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Two afternoons later, Perscors and Valentinus took the Point Rachel ferry for Krag Island. The weather had changed suddenly that morning, with violent gusts and occasional fierce rain coming in from the coast. In the sharp chill of the ferry's upper deck, Perscors and Valentinus sat alone. The passengers who had not canceled their trip were all below, unwilling to confront the unusually cold air. Perscors gazed out over the sea swell, taking a savage satisfaction in the roughness and the dark sky, and wondering what was motivating his allegiance to this quest. Valentinus had volunteered little information, and Perscors therefore asked for nothing. He fought off the cold with a brandy flask, as the ferry heaved on, and he brooded on the insane notion that in only a few hours he would be on a flight to an unknown world.
A little after five, with evening coming on prematurely, Perscors and Valentinus left the ferry and walked off the dock onto Krag Island.