sailing

[grenn]

Grenn had built himself that boat and was going to sail it now. He pushed it out and then jumped onto it. He was still afloat. He unfurled the sails and got a gust of wind."Yeah. woohoo she floats." ;D

[grenn]

Grenn tried to turn around but he forgot that there wasn't a tiller. " OH No! NO TILLER!" Grenn was starting to get nervous. He would have to wait until she turns herself around."It's cause she don't have a name."

[Mattak]

*Mattak trotted briskly down the lane, watching the ocean. He hated the open seas. Few know why, but he still didn't try to show it too much. The wolverine looked out to the side to see a fox sitting idly in a small boat... doing... well, not really anything. He stopped and looked for a few seconds, but his eyesight was quite limited. His ears picked up the creature say something about a... tiller. He started for the dock and hesitated, seeing the water directly under him. He gulped and kept going. He felt it absured to be fearful of water at his stature and size. In all his life he'd seen, maybe at the most, 3 creatures larger than him.
"Ahoy there. In need of any assistance?" Mattak pulled out his rope and grappel, twirling it idly, calculating the distance between him and the fox. It was fairly far out.*

[grenn]

"Do you think you might be able to pull me into the shore."

((I'm not a fox. I'm an otter.))

[Mattak]

OOC: Gaaah... sorry, read the wrong char. profile. OOOOOOOTTER...

BIC: *Mattak pulled his grapple back and twirled it a bit, testing to make sure it still worked well. He estimated that he had about 60 feet or so of thin rope. The wolverine let out about 2 feet of rope from the grapple, and twirled it vigourously. "I'm gonna give it a try." Mattak leaned back, hopped forward (it shook the dock), and let the metal hook fly through the air. He quickly grabbed the end of the rope, and pulled the slack. The grappel had gone past the boat by a few feet or so, but the rope was hanging over the back end of the boat. "Grab the rope and I'll pull 'er in!" Mattak hollared out to the OTTER in a deep boomy voice.*

[grenn]

"I kind of need the boat back to. Could you maybe send me some wood. I'll construct a tiller then attach it since I'm an otter."

[Mattak]

*Mattak looked a little confused. "Uh, I was actually thinking of pulling the whole boat in... do you think you could attatch the hook to the boat?"*

[grenn]

"Yeah thanks." Grenn attached his boat to the hook.

[Mattak]

*Mattak heaved and pulled the rope, leaning far back, his heavy dark boots digging and catching the wood of the slightly waterlogged docks. The boat began to slowly drift closer, until it was probably near enough for the otter to hop out onto the deck.*

[grenn]

*Grenn leaped onto the dock. He grabbed the rope and pulled as hard as he could. He and Mattack were hauling in the boat as hard as they could.*

[grenn]

**They got the boat in and Grenn went and did all his adjustments and was back out on the sea in a few days. He was on the top of railing on the back of the ship. He was holding on by a rope. He cut a very dashing figure.**