[Sailing isn't really one of Emmett's great loves, but he has enough of an interest in it to be willing to try. There are supposed to be some fantastic sights in the beyond, after all, so once the course is mapped out, he sets sail.
All appears to go well at first, and he's happy enough, but then he encounters some turbulent sea he didn't plan for. Not to worry, he's got this under control---barely, but that's when the worst of the storm starts. There's something almost unreal about how it barreled in out of nowhere, and it's frightening.
He grips the sail and prays, using every technique he knows to stay afloat, but it isn't long before he's tossed overboard and set adrift, struggling to stay afloat---by the time it finally calms, he's a sodden white lump on a piece of driftwood, alive but looking a little under the weather.
With what little strength he has, he lifts his head just lightly to look. What was that?]
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All appears to go well at first, and he's happy enough, but then he encounters some turbulent sea he didn't plan for. Not to worry, he's got this under control---barely, but that's when the worst of the storm starts. There's something almost unreal about how it barreled in out of nowhere, and it's frightening.
He grips the sail and prays, using every technique he knows to stay afloat, but it isn't long before he's tossed overboard and set adrift, struggling to stay afloat---by the time it finally calms, he's a sodden white lump on a piece of driftwood, alive but looking a little under the weather.
With what little strength he has, he lifts his head just lightly to look. What was that?]