It was rather warm, but it tasted good for all of that.

Then, putting the wooden stopper back in place, he once more took up his task.

Perhaps he might have been rowing around that harbour yet had not the fog suddenly disappeared as if by magic.

Wisps of it remained here and there, but even as he watched them, they curled up and were burned into nothingness like feathers in a fire.

He found himself near the head of a two-mile-long harbour.