The Raven Cloud is pulled aground in the shallows as the early hints of dawn touch the sky in the east. The crew hurry to swap the large black sail for a smaller, whiter one, and to add a new figurehead, a stylised snarling dragon. "You have a spare figurehead?" Mathea queries after making it ashore. Arvid, further up the beach rolling a barrel in front of him, pauses and grins. "We have four. Only one spare sail, though. They're expensive." One by one, the fugitives drop from the side of the beached ship and splash through the shallow water to dry land. Realising Inric is having difficulty managing the shifting sand, she goes back to help him as the remaining crew push the ship back into deeper water. "What about the spirits?" Ylva asks nervously. "Just stay near the beach," Arvid says. "The standing stones are on the other side."