[Give him a moment to scrawl something rather angrily in his waterlogged journal--then pause as he glances up at the sun to measure distance for navigating purposes--and scrawls the rest of his message.
He snaps the journal shut and sets it on the sand next to his feet, hoping to dry out the pages.]
There. They know. Likely I'll have to barter passage on another ship though.
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[Give him a moment to scrawl something rather angrily in his waterlogged journal--then pause as he glances up at the sun to measure distance for navigating purposes--and scrawls the rest of his message.
He snaps the journal shut and sets it on the sand next to his feet, hoping to dry out the pages.]
There. They know. Likely I'll have to barter passage on another ship though.