You lower your head and hold your breath, counting to four, then exhale slowly. When you step down to solid ground your legs are shaky, and you steady yourself against the side of the plane.
Asher looks poised to catch you should you faint or otherwise need assistance. But you recover your composure.
You hear shouts from inside one of the sheds, and a pair of nervous, middle-aged fishermen emerge, rolling a tank of gasoline on creaking wheels. With bows and an abundance of "Your Highness"es, they get to work refueling the plane. You follow Asher to a cluster of rocks beside the water, and settle down for a picnic dinner.
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