[When the storm began, he'd hoped it would end in a few hours. And when it didn't, he became glad for the buckets, for the fact that he'd thought to bring a few wool garments that he'd found in the shops (one of them a tunic made like a pair of warm socks), for his sword, for enough rope to tie themselves to the boat, if need be. They spent some time in the hold at the beginning of it, but it only served to make him sick and sicker, and it kept him from looking for a place to land.
The boat has a rudder, a sail, but in this sort of wind, even if they see a place to land, actually being able to land there might mostly be a matter of luck. The terrain on the islands they've passed on this journey isn't much kinder than that of the ones they live on.
And then, on the second day, there it is, and with fear and labor, they're able to aim the boat in the right direction, and able to keep it from breaking up on the rocks, though it beaches a little. That's for the best; they need to keep it from floating away, or they'll have to hope that other people from Hadriel can find them.
Face against the sand, rain pelting him from the other side, his hair plastered against his face, he coughs, then spits out a mouth of water.]
Daenerys. [It comes out in a rasp. He pushes himself to a seated position, as well as he can, then reaches a hand out towards her, looking for a way to steady himself.] I'm all right.
[But he's soaked through, and so is she.]
We have to get some food from the boat, in case it's lost.
[And his sword, and any extra clothing they can set hands on. His cloak will help, but past that -- ]
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The boat has a rudder, a sail, but in this sort of wind, even if they see a place to land, actually being able to land there might mostly be a matter of luck. The terrain on the islands they've passed on this journey isn't much kinder than that of the ones they live on.
And then, on the second day, there it is, and with fear and labor, they're able to aim the boat in the right direction, and able to keep it from breaking up on the rocks, though it beaches a little. That's for the best; they need to keep it from floating away, or they'll have to hope that other people from Hadriel can find them.
Face against the sand, rain pelting him from the other side, his hair plastered against his face, he coughs, then spits out a mouth of water.]
Daenerys. [It comes out in a rasp. He pushes himself to a seated position, as well as he can, then reaches a hand out towards her, looking for a way to steady himself.] I'm all right.
[But he's soaked through, and so is she.]
We have to get some food from the boat, in case it's lost.
[And his sword, and any extra clothing they can set hands on. His cloak will help, but past that -- ]