Holy Jetsam

After scenting along the shoreline long enough he concluded that the majority of Judila that had survived his takeover was residing on the island. He looked back at the rotund form of Lailah and looked back at the waves. She wouldn't make the swim. He needed her to make the swim.

Thankfully the flotsam along the shoreline might be the answer. A large metal piece of siding, perhaps a part of a ship's hull, was rocking against the shoreline. It was light and the perfect size for Lailah to crouch in to be ferried across. He found a length of frayed rope and easily tied it to a jagged, but not sharp, protrusion on the makeshift boat.

"In you get... Lailah." He enjoyed saying her name, the way it tasted on his tongue. The way she would always look at him and wag that little half-tail of hers. He looked at Ganymeded with a nod, "You and I are both swimming. Got some fins?" He teased with a smirk. He tossed a rope to Gany just in case he couldn't and Ultyr could haul them both across.

He hauled ass to the shoreline of the island, dripping and sopping wet as he pulled himself up onto the sandy shore. His nose was raw from breathing hard and holding the rope while he swam. He pulled the rope to haul the makeshift boat onto the sand before collapsing and panting hard. His eyes shut against the bright spring sun. His stomach hurt.