The battering lasted less than ten minutes, although I had to admit to myself that it would have been pretty hard to endure in the water, at least for a native Quinlan. As we came out of the apex of the tributary’s curve, our view gradually opened up to the Utopia River, flowing in the opposite direction of the Arcadia. Far in the distance I could just make out the barest impression of a town. Three Lagoons. Bridget was already having a conversation with the deckhand, gesturing occasionally in that direction.