The barge passed through the archway in the rock wall encircling the island. The group now saw on the other side a calm lagoon. It's boundaries were marked by the rock wall seaward, it's gray barrier reaching into the sky. The tops of the wall were marked by spiky protrusions that alternately appeared as towers and teeth. Protective...and threatening.
The island appeared small, and didn't have that much in the way of vegetation. It was mostly solemn gray rock, gathered in piles here and there. Towards the center of the island, the gathered Immortals and company could see that the rock took on more organization, and began to appear as columns, stellae and other formations more intentional, purposeful. In the center of the middle mass, mass an interesting choice of word, since it did appear Cathedral or temple-like, a huge crystal gathered the incoming sunlight and focused it into the temple apparently.
Outside, it had begun to rain. That is, the clouds surrounding the island at a distance had begun a drumbeat downpour. But above the island, above the temple, the now setting sun continued to shine.
There was a small dock on the beach, with a small ocean capable yacht parked next to it. The dock seemed to be stone that had...grown to accommodate the boat.
And looking at it now, there seemed to be a place for the barge that wasn't there before.
Duncan looked at Joe, then Methos. Methos shrugged his shoulders, while Joe sighed, and inclined his head, as if to say, "Hey, we came all this way, but it's your boat."
Duncan looked at Ritchie, who looked at the Highlander expectantly.
"Take us in, Ritchie. Carefully?" Duncan said, trying not to let his concern show.
Amanda moaned a bit behind them.
Ritchie looked at her, then back at Duncan, and pursed his lips. "Parallel parking, ocean style...no problem."
The barge began approaching the stone dock. Crystal formations on stone columns began shining, lamp like.
A welcoming beacon?