" Maia opened her eyes and saw a canopy of trees and, shining through the topmost leaves, a high, white sun.
She could smell the rich, heady smell of orchids and hear a bird whose single piercing cry came clearly over the puttering sound of an engine.
Then the overhanging trees disappeared. She was looking up at a pale, clear sky, and the light was suddenly so dazzling that she closed her eyes for a moment, because she did not want to wake up or to stop. She wanted what was happening to her to go on and on and on.
She was lying on a groundsheet on the bottom of a boat. They were moving steadily through the water, not fast, not slowly; the perfect speed to lull her back to sleep. She was covered by a gray blanket. She pushed it off and saw that her leg was bandaged. It throbbed but not unpleasantly…it seemed to belong to someone else.
She closed her eyes and slept again.
When she woke once more, it was to find that something was resting against her side, snoring gently: a dog the color of dark sand…
So then she turned her head and saw behind her Finn, sitting quietly in the stern, with his hand on the tiller--and knew she was on the Arabella and safe. "

― Eva Ibbotson , Journey to the River Sea