Jocelyn continued paddling as he listened to her description of the sea surrounding this destination of theirs. Of course he'd heard about jellyfish before, though not surprisingly they were extremely rare where he came from. And of course he'd never seen nor imagined them before, not with his blindness.
"I'll keep a look out for them, then," he replied, his arms tensing as he pushed the oar into the clear water again. It was amazing how he could almost see to the bottom of the water, perhaps thirty or forty feet down, and how he could see slivers of color darting this way and that as fish swam around their boat. Come to think of it, everything about having sight was amazing to him. This is totally better than being blind. Maybe he shouldn't wish for them to switch back...
By the time was directly above them in the sky, he was still paddling north with no sign of their destination. The waters didn't look any different from before, and there certainly were no traces of jellyfish around.
He was also beginning to get extremely hot under the sun, the exertion having collected many beads of sweat on his brow. Layana was seated in front of him and facing the other direction, and she still seemed a bit in a state of shock at the whole situation. She wouldn't mind it then, he concluded. Quietly he pulled his white shirt off, wrapping it around his head like a scarf to block the sun from his face.