Duncan turned to Fitz and said, "Why don't you tie us up? I'll drop the anchor."
Fitz winked at Anne, who pretended not to see it, then went to help. After a pause, the group heard a "Hm. Well, this is bloody interesting."
Duncan poked his head out of the wheelhouse, "What is it..." then he saw. Fitz was standing on the dock, looking at the barge. Stone protrusions had extended themselves from the dock and were now holding the barge in place. Gently, but firmly.
"I think that the powers that be are quite insistent on us staying awhile," Fitz mused.
Methos stepped out of the wheelhouse too, escorting Anne and Amanda. He looked around curiously at the stone extensions. Anne saw them and her eyes went wide.
"Amazing...," she breathed. She may have stepped closer to them to check them out, but Amanda sighed.
"Either she needs to stay on the boat, or we need to get her to the shelter up there," she said, pointing to the "temple". "Personally, I say boat."
Ritchie was now looking at the temple, and the thump of Joe's cane could be heard coming up behind. Ritchie whistled at the site of the temple, then asked, "Who's that?"
Everyone looked to where Ritchie indicated. Joe and Methos both said at the same time, "Constanza."
A man with brown hair, sprinkled with gray, tied in a ponytail, regarded them from the end of the dock. He was dressed simply, in a white button down shirt and khaki shorts. Barefoot, his toes wiggled thoughtfully in the sand. His gray eyes touched on each one of them in turn. He nodded at Methos and Joe, regarded the rest, until he lit on Amanda.
He smiled pleasantly and said, "Welcome, Amanda. We've been expecting you..."