Tal moved with the ship with a grace born of long practice aboard the Peregrine, used to scampering about a heaving deck in a storm. It didn't stop him from grabbing onto a rope, however, and wrapping it around his arm several times to secure himself against the less familiar wash of water over the deck. Especially when he saw what was in the water.
And suddenly the storm made a lot more sense.
"I'll try an' haul it up!" Tal hollered back to Maea and the crew, figuring he had the best chance of out-muscling an oversized fish. He was still a slender, rangy man but he was no longer scrawny even if he sometimes felt that way.
He sheathed his Dagger and made a grab for the line that seemed to have the most tension on it. Wrapping his free hand around it with a grunt of effort he began to pull slow but steady, trying to drag the delphinid from the water.
Tal wraps a rope around his arm and uses his other hand to try and haul on the line that looks like it has the Delphinid!
And suddenly the storm made a lot more sense.
"I'll try an' haul it up!" Tal hollered back to Maea and the crew, figuring he had the best chance of out-muscling an oversized fish. He was still a slender, rangy man but he was no longer scrawny even if he sometimes felt that way.
He sheathed his Dagger and made a grab for the line that seemed to have the most tension on it. Wrapping his free hand around it with a grunt of effort he began to pull slow but steady, trying to drag the delphinid from the water.
Tal wraps a rope around his arm and uses his other hand to try and haul on the line that looks like it has the Delphinid!
