The next morning, Bond was on deck, spyglass to his eye. He could make out the highest peak of the Lonely Island now that the sun was high enough. Barely high enough. The days were getting darker.

"Tanner, full sails. I want to be there before mid day," he ordered as he tucked the glass away. "Come into the wizard's harbor. We'll take the longboat ashore."

"Very good, sir," Tanner answered.

"He might even be awake by then," Bond chuckled.