[ericthered]

The only eyegear he sees in firmly in the grasp of the captain and the folks on watch, who are gazing through it.

As they're sailing around the rock, the various feels that Michael had begin to seperate into different locations. They kind of form a chain from the outside of the rock to the inside. Most of them feel the same, except for the one at the middle of the island. Its dark, but there is enough light for people to strain their eyes and look at things.

Michael sees the place where the outermost "feel" is. It looks like an overgrown piece of rock, just like the rest of the floating island.