Now that the weather was once again calm and clear, Oliver was back at his usual errands. Between the months he was off the island and the time spent avoiding the golems of Atlantis, the canoe he usually took out on the ocean had worked it's way to the very back of the equipment shed, left alone to gather dust and cobwebs. But it had always served Oliver well in the past, so he went through all the work of dragging it back out, clattering and banging as he went, and then wiped the spiderwebs out from under the seats and gunwales.

He took a minute to sling a giant backpack over his shoulders, and then leaned over the canoe. In one smooth motion he lifted it over his head, and headed off in the direction of the beach.

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