So did we all hop onto our boats and ships and sailing boats that we had heroically stolen from the Pirate Corsairs and sail off to Minas Tirith, to see what was happening even there. The wind was at our backs, or to our front, whichever way made it best for sailing I think, and so did we go amidships verily avasting seawards and thus adrift the long fathoms between Pelargir and Minas Tirith.1
