Part III: Destination
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	The fjord started to look as if it was changing form. Steph couldn't
quite place his finger on what was up, but there was definately a difference.
He pulled hard on the oars, each stroke pulling him closer to the shore - he
was within 30 feet now.
	"Stoke...stroke...stroke...", he kept thinking, trying to keep his
mind on the job at hand.
	"Caw! Caw!"
	Steph looked up. All of a sudden, out of the silence came this sound.
It seemed to surround him, no clue as to its direction.
	"Caw!"
	Steph started rowing a bit faster, but then, THUD, he hit the shore.
The jolt shoock Steph, that it took him to lose where he was for a few
moments. Then he noticed the water.

	It started off as a small intake, but slowly but surely, the flow
increased. Steph realised he must have scuppered the boat when he hit the
shore. There was no means of escpae now. Steph climbed out and, against his
better judgement, pushed the boat out. He stood on the shore as a captain
with his last moments with the boat, until eventually, it disapeared from
sight, another casualty of the fjord.
	"Caw!"
	The sound was very directional. Steph looked up. Where not quarter of
an hour previously, there had been nothing, there was a crow. Steph watched
it as it winged its way over the land round in a circle, not flinching once.
Then it deviated and flew down the edge of the fjord for what Steph guessed
to be 200 feet. In curiousity, he followed it. After all it had been a long
time since he had last seen any other life after that encounter.

	The crow continued to wing its way down and Steph followed.
Curiously, although he didn't notice, at least not immedaitely, was that
everytime he stopped, to rest or some other thing, the crow stopped flying
down and started circling. It was as if the crow was leading him. Steph found
his destination after about half an hour following the crow. It came to rest
on a rock outside a structure, that, whilst not immedaietly recogbisable,
seemed oddly familier to Steph.
	"Caw!"
	Steph walked to the rock where the crow stood.
	"You are a funny little thing" he said. "What is it that you want?"
	"Caw!" replied the crow, and it extended its wings and flew off over
the fjord, where Steph could not follow.
	Steph looked back at the rock where the crow had stood. To his
suprise it had "Welcome" inscribed within it. Steph turned around and looked
about. He looked for anything out of place, yet there was no doubt.
	This was where he left earlier on in the day.
	This was home.
	Steph tried to reason, but he couldn't. Surely he hadn't ended up
turning around on the middle of the fjord? Or was it possible he had crossed
and the crow had bought him back round? No, he thought. There's a different
feeling about the place. As if the environment was alive. But Steph saw
nothing, despite his searching he couldn't see what it was, but the feeling
was there. He'd crossed the fjord and arrived home. It was inexplicable but
the sight couldn't be disputed. Steph sighed and clambered up the stairs onto
the veranda, opened the door, and stepped inside. Everything seemed to be as
he left it. Steph shrugged, and headed towards what seemed to be his bed and
collapsed.

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