The sail back to Nahr was fast and uneventful. Sails high and blowing, it was no effort for Akamu and Agathon to set the route back, as the tides too made the sail upstream unusually easy. The easy winds, the gentle tide, if any sailor would call for luck, Akamu could sense something else. The water flowing around the boat, the splashes, the birds calling, the hissing of the wind between the sails. He couldn't quite make it, but he could feel that there was more that meets the eye in this river. The port of Nahr in sight, the mysterious presence went out of Akamu's graps, but he gently let it go and bid her farewell; happy to have a safe enrollment in Elias's crew, he didn't fear to be kept again for long away from open water. Once back to the city, a disquieting view came in sight: the same pirate ship of the captain who shot Elias was docked right in Nahr. First to see it, Akamu told the other, and while Elias quietly greeted the news, he could see a cunning glimpse in Agathon's eyes. "I wonder what he's about" says Akamu to himself. While docking, Akamu's thoughts go back to the previous days. Together with the arab scholar, they went into the shipwreck, with Agathon behind as a lookout. The retrieval of the ship's treasure was effortless…the way out was a different matter though…a bloody one. The pirates interfered, and the way out was with sword and magic. Akamu fell one by the blade, while the other died by the powerful Elias magic, who made a flaming sword appear out of thin air. It made a short story of other two pirates, before the captain shot it to the chest, with one of these hand cannons. With Elias on the ground, the pirates left the island. Thanks to the readiness of Agathon's wit, the ship was secured from the pirates getback, and the rest of the retrieval operation, both of the treasure and the badly wounded scholar, could be done without hurries. Back to the port, everybody went on his business but Akamu. He chooses the boat as his home, preferring to sleep on the ship's deck, under the stars, to the gentle rocking of the port's water. On the next day he would go looking for Hamid the Hakim, the only man with whom he would his thoughts on the presence he felt in the river.