An iron wagon covered with gratings pulled by 4 healthy horned horses rolled up before me.
I was promptly shoved inside the grated wagon, not even given the chance to enjoy the feeling of being on land.
We did as we were told without resisting and got in, 20 to a wagon.
The door was closed from outside, it was something that wouldn't open from the inside.
The carriage does not shake much, considering the open ground it’s passing over.
Looking outside the grated windows, it looks like we're headed for the port town.