All Washed Up

It felt like he barely had a moment's rest before Knut uttered a low growl of warning. A moment later, a voice that he didn't really recognize, but he recognized the scent. And...that name...he hadn't heard that name in years. Bah, don't ye insult me with tha' name! I am no such child and I bear no ties te her name, neither." He said with annoyance, though that was all he could really muster before the pain in his leg started to ache. He wanted nothing to do with Dutch and his namesake...though his father, he was unsure. Hannibal had abandoned him just as much as Dutch had, but Gimli had chosen to stay with the Klein side of his family for a while longer until the Gods called him away. And now he was back...sort of...he had debated coming back, but adventure kept calling him and now well, it appeared fate decided he wasn't allowed to continue procrastinating on it.

"As fer bein' on yer lands well...ye know...I s'pose I just came fer a swim against me will...as ye can see. I was not aware I was in or near Armada...Ah've only jus' woken up from a most terrible, watery nightmare.." He shuddered. Still amazed that he had even managed to survive and get away with nothing more than cuts, bruises, and a broken leg. Though he had no clue if anything else was broken just yet...the adrenaline and cold from his ordeal still coursed through him.