Swim 11
Zaeg is rather delighted. This is no longer sailing some crazy boat, or running some exercise course, or even trying to make sense out of people lying to each other. This is back in the real, the world where he had been before, the world of death by blade in the night, and this is a world which he understood, in its simplicity.
Zaeg gets off the longboat and moves toward the beach, trying to use the cover of the night and not make too much noise. He follows the party, a few paces away, constantly looking out at and listening to his surroundings, wary of any ambushers.
Zaeg is rather delighted. This is no longer sailing some crazy boat, or running some exercise course, or even trying to make sense out of people lying to each other. This is back in the real, the world where he had been before, the world of death by blade in the night, and this is a world which he understood, in its simplicity.
Zaeg gets off the longboat and moves toward the beach, trying to use the cover of the night and not make too much noise. He follows the party, a few paces away, constantly looking out at and listening to his surroundings, wary of any ambushers.