Lords of the Manor Part 4
For a whole three days they floated, taking turns amongst one another to row, occasionally just allowing the big raft to drift. Night came, they could not fight the urge of sleeping. Fortunately, the storm did not return. A gentle breeze blew them South West. The sun began to rise, warm on the backs of the wrecked men as they slept. ‘LAND!! LAND HO, LAND HO!!’ Luther yelled, opening his eyes and sighting a hazy mass becoming larger and clearer. The men sprang up, not daring to believe their...