[Off he goes to wander around the boat, trying to escape the yelling. He is only partially successful. While there are no clear words for him to pick up, the high pitched tones of his mother's screams are somehow even stronger than the violent waves surrounding them.
Some water splashes onto his face, when a particularly tall wave slams into the side of the boat he's standing on. It's salty. Goes well with the disgusting taste in his mouth.
Perhaps he should try to find something to wash that out, actually.]
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Some water splashes onto his face, when a particularly tall wave slams into the side of the boat he's standing on. It's salty. Goes well with the disgusting taste in his mouth.
Perhaps he should try to find something to wash that out, actually.]