There is only a small grunt and a sigh in ways of greeting as Sam plops himself down onto the seat next to Norrington, taking a moment to glance out over the open waters as if expecting Kirkwall - or any land really - to tower into view.

"You know... this reminds me a lot of when I first came to the Free Marches," he says eventually, breaking the silence. He could feel the same pressure as James, though probably not quite the same, growing more anxious the closer they got.