[The pale man manages to wrap an arm around the mast as well, gripping it as tightly as he could, as if his life very well depend upon it since for all he knew it did. Hardly a situation that he relished, let along being dependent on the aid of a stranger but there was very little choice in that matter.
His eyes skipped over the violence below, as if he barely registered it at all. A common event or just a natural ability to tune it out as he prioritized saving his own neck when there was clearly nothing to be done for those below. No, instead he searched the churning and bubbling waters spewing up from between the boards of the deck and along the starboard side of the ship as it continued to steadily sink underwater along that side. He looked among the flowing debris that populated the area and between the fighting mariners and monsters to see if there was anything at all that could be remotely categorized as a 'soap bubble' amongst the countless froth that was forming from all the activity around them.
The entire experience was frustrating, nerve-eating and ridiculous and he was about to call the other man out for being a complete lunatic when a patch of foam between some rapidly sinking deck railing and a pair of floating crates caught his sharp eyes. It was absolutely the smallest dollop of foam in a literal sea of it but what made it stand out was that it shimmered and seemed to faintly shift colours instead of being the dirty grey and white sea foam that floated else were.
There as never been a more exasperated sigh during such a high tension situation in the recorded history of the city but this pale creature was absolutely done with all of it.]
Starboard, between the floating boxes. Does that look like your soap bubbles to you?
[And if they didn't, well then what the actual hell were they looking for?]
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His eyes skipped over the violence below, as if he barely registered it at all. A common event or just a natural ability to tune it out as he prioritized saving his own neck when there was clearly nothing to be done for those below. No, instead he searched the churning and bubbling waters spewing up from between the boards of the deck and along the starboard side of the ship as it continued to steadily sink underwater along that side. He looked among the flowing debris that populated the area and between the fighting mariners and monsters to see if there was anything at all that could be remotely categorized as a 'soap bubble' amongst the countless froth that was forming from all the activity around them.
The entire experience was frustrating, nerve-eating and ridiculous and he was about to call the other man out for being a complete lunatic when a patch of foam between some rapidly sinking deck railing and a pair of floating crates caught his sharp eyes. It was absolutely the smallest dollop of foam in a literal sea of it but what made it stand out was that it shimmered and seemed to faintly shift colours instead of being the dirty grey and white sea foam that floated else were.
There as never been a more exasperated sigh during such a high tension situation in the recorded history of the city but this pale creature was absolutely done with all of it.]
Starboard, between the floating boxes. Does that look like your soap bubbles to you?
[And if they didn't, well then what the actual hell were they looking for?]