in this way , so prepared , do they sail into a bayleaving only jerd aboard the ship ... a bay whose safe passage none could spy except frak ... all trusting him as he stands side-by-side with broknobly upright with map unfurled at arms length eyeing the land and then back to the map , then from map to the land ... sentinel : firmly issuing orders ... stern shouts which are instant commands , unleashes instant actionssails lowered , oars dropped , a smaller sail unfurled , then others lowered ... truly , the crew is enchanted , obedient and entranced by the words of their high priest ... soon they enter a baya tiny , almost hidden body of water that emerges seemingly out of nowhere just after rowing away from a large , inviting butas high priest frak statesseductive false bay which they ignore only after fraks insistent warning that it is still the land of the snake , that it is a bay of venomous poison ... true to his words , as they sail by , brok up in the crows nest observes it as a slice of land so barren that nothing physical or spiritual can exist there , so does brok calle down to frak ... frak nodding a confirming true ... all this which ends just before a second bay appearsone which bursts open from out of nowhere , flies open like a thunder-cracking explosion , rises up with such suddenness and force that the crew collectively gasps , although none hears a sound because their souls are magically soothed upon sailing into a blue embrace , a sweet kiss of sun-bright , cloudless air ... in a flash , all are wrapped within an embraced feeling of friendly welcome ... they continue to sail into a harbor , into a tranquility which pleasures them in body and soul in ways no words or images can capture .