Contesting The Maw - Part 5

The hook and rope that Merri and Maggie pull back on is lodged pretty darn good. With their combined efforts directed in sync and in purpose, and the way their tug yanks with such a quick snap of focus and strength, it is the damaged hull that gives. It doesn't peel off like a rind of an orange but snap-cracks the entire board, and takes two subsequent planks of hull to either side of it. The sound of it breaking off is like lightning striking a weather vane. The stranded sailor throws up their arm to protect their face from the sound and splinters.

Liya is just getting onto the rope when there is a loud crack of boards snapping and the boat shudders even more. She looks that way, and spies the poor Soggy fellow, hand over his face from the splinters and sound. "Hey!" she calls, using her bardic training to hopefully have her voice loud enough to be heard. "Hey, Kid. If you want off this ship, reach up, grab that rope, and we'll help you!" Or at least, that is the plan. What rope? The one Matt had thrown down to Liya of course! "We have to go /NOW/!"

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