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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 6292587" data-attributes="member: 93930">Gemma shrugs at Tyrien.  "'Twould be some rowing to get out there, but needn't be any swimming.  At low tide, the top part of the reef's out of the water.  There's a ridge what runs around a lagoon that's maybe fifty, sixty feet across, so you could have a look around without getting your feet wet." When Eanos starts sniffing around, she comments, "Well, it smelled a helluva lot stronger when it first come in.  It's faded plenty.  Couple of the boys gagged at first."Pulling out the seats reveals a twist of fiber caught in a pinch point where the horizontal board meets the interior of the boat.  Gemma examines it critically, pulling it apart with her fingers. "Hemp.  Mighta been a fishing net once, but it's rotten as all get-out now."    <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/fisher2_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> . . Gemma Moressi . .</blockquote>