This far from any land, the sea is calm, with just a gentle roll as the water moves. As far as the eye can see, there is glistening blue, uninterrupted by any sign of a shore.
High above, the sun beats down from a cloudless sky.
It is peaceful.
"Right, of course! Land. I'll uh, be right up?"
He goes to climb out the hatch. He thanks Hawke mentally for dragging him around the Wounded Coast, he's stronger than he was.
The Shard is docked against a wooden pier, and they appear to be...inside? A mountain of some kind?
"Wow," Anders breaths when he's done struggling out with Rex's help. "This is incredible!"
"It is pretty cool," Rex agrees. "C'mon. Let's go find the others."
He jumps over to the dock.
Anders follows, with a little less grace, but manages not to fall into any more bodies of water. He follows Rex, eyes half taken in the surrounds, half making sure he doesn't trip.
"This is Mischa's enclave," Rex explains as he leads the way. "Safe haven for those of us with a flexible relationship with the law."
"Every outlaw needs a safe port. Circe mentioned Mischa. Apparently I'm getting swimming lessons."
"You been boasting about me again?" Riita teases Tana, nuzzling her hair. "Tana says you're probably taking over as medic for Circe's insane asylum?"
“Yes, well, they were good enough to let me inside of the ship once they had caught me like a fish. Least I can do is lend my skills to them.”
"Earn your way," Riita says with a respectful nod. "T'is the best way to get by."
Riita nods again, like that's settled something, and turns her attention back to Tana.
Rex takes a couple of steps forward at the apparent dismissal, and then pauses, glancing back to Anders.
He smiles a little fondly at the two women. They remind him of Merrill and Hawke, eternally attached even when apart.
He looks to Rex and nods, ready to keep going.