01-12-2010, 11:38 PM
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oh look, you made it pretty.
Where would they be had Strelein von Rosnete not had the good sense to peek over his shoulder to see if they had made any leeway? Probably still going until their arms grew so tired they had to stop. And where would they be then? Probably so far from shore that all they would see is a gray smudge that grew fainter as the swell and currents dragged them off to the arctic to meet some hungry seals. That would be a lovely vacation. From cold, to colder, to freezing. That was exactly the kind of fun adventure the redhead had always wanted. Not. Besides, they would probably be eaten by some huge whale before that even could have happened. Or they'd succumb to cannibalism and eat each others eyeballs out. It seemed like his mind was taking him to very dramatically gory and depressing places. And yet he did not really think much of it. Perhaps that was what happened when he came in contact with so much open water. There was a lot of it, come to think of it.
As Hemming started to point and turn, Strelein froze. He slowly peered over the edge of the boat to see that he no longer could see the grainy, rocky sea bottom, nor did he know exactly where that stopped being visible. That meant it was deep enough for the water to block the already weaker sunlight from filtering down into the depths. A flickering movement beneath the water caught the redhead's eye as he watched the waves move towards the beach, getting smaller and smaller as they moved out because of the isolation of the secluded little cove area, protected by cliffs as it was. The AniWaya male kept pointing in the point's direction, probably figuring they could attempt to find a significantly easier route back up. Strel certainly hoped, since he would not be responsible for carrying that thing up the cliff with arms tired and sore.
"I hope we aren't eaten," grumbled the redhead male, helping the boat to turn towards the point. He really hoped there was a way back up, otherwise, they would be forced to make it back to the beach to get back home that day. "Do you figure there would be a path there, Hem?"
oh look, you made it pretty.
Where would they be had Strelein von Rosnete not had the good sense to peek over his shoulder to see if they had made any leeway? Probably still going until their arms grew so tired they had to stop. And where would they be then? Probably so far from shore that all they would see is a gray smudge that grew fainter as the swell and currents dragged them off to the arctic to meet some hungry seals. That would be a lovely vacation. From cold, to colder, to freezing. That was exactly the kind of fun adventure the redhead had always wanted. Not. Besides, they would probably be eaten by some huge whale before that even could have happened. Or they'd succumb to cannibalism and eat each others eyeballs out. It seemed like his mind was taking him to very dramatically gory and depressing places. And yet he did not really think much of it. Perhaps that was what happened when he came in contact with so much open water. There was a lot of it, come to think of it.
As Hemming started to point and turn, Strelein froze. He slowly peered over the edge of the boat to see that he no longer could see the grainy, rocky sea bottom, nor did he know exactly where that stopped being visible. That meant it was deep enough for the water to block the already weaker sunlight from filtering down into the depths. A flickering movement beneath the water caught the redhead's eye as he watched the waves move towards the beach, getting smaller and smaller as they moved out because of the isolation of the secluded little cove area, protected by cliffs as it was. The AniWaya male kept pointing in the point's direction, probably figuring they could attempt to find a significantly easier route back up. Strel certainly hoped, since he would not be responsible for carrying that thing up the cliff with arms tired and sore.
"I hope we aren't eaten," grumbled the redhead male, helping the boat to turn towards the point. He really hoped there was a way back up, otherwise, they would be forced to make it back to the beach to get back home that day. "Do you figure there would be a path there, Hem?"