A couple of hours of swimming. The thought brought a sense of dread to the pit of her gut. The thought of being tossed about by the roll of the tide any more than she absolutely had to left a bitter taste in her mouth … or perhaps that was just the sea salt that hung heavy in the air. Getting lost in the thought process of committing herself to a long-distance swim, it took a moment longer than it should have to register the rest of his statement. The raft. Her emerald gaze drifted beyond the blaze of the obsidian brute’s shoulder towards the direction he had come. The tone of his voice was bright. Excited. Proud, even. His joy was contagious and it tugged at the corner of her lips as well. Even still, it didn’t quell the gears that were constantly turning in her head. “Is it safe, though?” She asked in light-hearted disbelief. Obviously, he made it to the island just fine- and in a lot better shape than what she had. But she wasn’t sure how much more adrenaline her system could handle today.
She supposed that the worst-case scenario would be that his vessel would capsize en route, and be swallowed by the ocean. She in particular wouldn’t be out anything … unless it drug them to the bottom of the ocean with it … but she suspected there was a low risk of that. Cassiela realigned her attention to the captain, not sure what to make of this entire predicament. Surely this wasn't real.
