Just as I was about to climb back up the rope ladder to see what was taking Pale Jackal and Shan Mai so long to join us, the skiff jerked suddenly and I barely caught myself before falling into the calm inky water.
I turned and saw Vincent rowing away vigorously: the skiff's mooring lines pulled taut, the wood where the transoms are attached creaking loudly in protest.
I tried not to sound facetious when I said to the young magic user: " I appreciate your enthusiasm but I seriously doubt that the hemp ropes securing our skiff to the Oyster are going to break anytime soon; so you might want to conserve your strength before we set out for the accursed pirate ship. Besides, we're still waiting for Pale Jackal and Shan Mai to join us."
((I like the sea shanty though
))
I turned and saw Vincent rowing away vigorously: the skiff's mooring lines pulled taut, the wood where the transoms are attached creaking loudly in protest.
I tried not to sound facetious when I said to the young magic user: " I appreciate your enthusiasm but I seriously doubt that the hemp ropes securing our skiff to the Oyster are going to break anytime soon; so you might want to conserve your strength before we set out for the accursed pirate ship. Besides, we're still waiting for Pale Jackal and Shan Mai to join us."
((I like the sea shanty though
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