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20.Sep.18, 01:24 AM
F’drel followed R’dal’s instructions, moving to the right side of the boat and helping maneuver it from the sand into the shallow water. He’d rolled his pants up above his knees, so when R’dal’s pants were threatened by the water F’drel still had a few inches left before he had to be concerned. Still, the boat was sufficiently in the water that it didn’t need to be pushed further and as soon as the boat had steadied out after R’dal got in F’drel followed suit.
The benches looked a little suspect, but standing while in the small vessel was decidedly worse, and F’drel quickly sat down on one of the planks, pointedly ignoring the soft creaking the wood made. It was fine, he was sure the boat was perfectly sound and wouldn’t start leaking in the middle of the lake. R’dal was sure to have gotten a decent, safe boat, right?
He quietly took the oar he was handed, but only held it across his lap. How did one use these things? R’dal said it would work better if they both rowed, but didn’t actually move to pick up the other oar, just pointed. F’drel couldn’t help but be a bit irked. Why say that if you’re just going to point? Did he even know what he was doing? If he didn’t, they were fucked because F’drel sure didn’t.
Resigned to drowning due to their sheer incompetence, F’drel looked back at the oar. It was rather like a laundry paddle in shape, now that he thought of it. Maybe it worked the same way? He hesitantly stuck it in the water, making a few short, strokes with the oar. The boat did move a bit, but hardly any at all and they sort of turned a bit. F’drel tried again, and it didn’t take too long for him to figure out that longer strokes than what he would use for laundry worked better, more like stirring than paddling laundry. An angle worked better than straight up and down as well, and by the time F’drel felt he’d mostly figured it out R’dal had picked up his oar as well.
“Are we, uh, trying to get anywhere in particular or just anywhere?” he asked, glancing over at R’dal. Their chances of getting the boat to go somewhere specific other than ‘vaguely forward’ or ‘turning right for some reason, why is this happening’ didn’t seem great, but maybe they could make it work. If it wasn’t too far away anyway, F’drel’s arms were already starting to feel the activity. They didn’t hurt yet, but it was only a matter of time if they had to row a lot.
The benches looked a little suspect, but standing while in the small vessel was decidedly worse, and F’drel quickly sat down on one of the planks, pointedly ignoring the soft creaking the wood made. It was fine, he was sure the boat was perfectly sound and wouldn’t start leaking in the middle of the lake. R’dal was sure to have gotten a decent, safe boat, right?
He quietly took the oar he was handed, but only held it across his lap. How did one use these things? R’dal said it would work better if they both rowed, but didn’t actually move to pick up the other oar, just pointed. F’drel couldn’t help but be a bit irked. Why say that if you’re just going to point? Did he even know what he was doing? If he didn’t, they were fucked because F’drel sure didn’t.
Resigned to drowning due to their sheer incompetence, F’drel looked back at the oar. It was rather like a laundry paddle in shape, now that he thought of it. Maybe it worked the same way? He hesitantly stuck it in the water, making a few short, strokes with the oar. The boat did move a bit, but hardly any at all and they sort of turned a bit. F’drel tried again, and it didn’t take too long for him to figure out that longer strokes than what he would use for laundry worked better, more like stirring than paddling laundry. An angle worked better than straight up and down as well, and by the time F’drel felt he’d mostly figured it out R’dal had picked up his oar as well.
“Are we, uh, trying to get anywhere in particular or just anywhere?” he asked, glancing over at R’dal. Their chances of getting the boat to go somewhere specific other than ‘vaguely forward’ or ‘turning right for some reason, why is this happening’ didn’t seem great, but maybe they could make it work. If it wasn’t too far away anyway, F’drel’s arms were already starting to feel the activity. They didn’t hurt yet, but it was only a matter of time if they had to row a lot.
