There is a voice coming from somewhere far above them (and Tristran can now notice that a light shadow appears to have cast itself over him and the star).
"Ahoy down there! Parties in need of assistance?"
The ship -- as it is a ship -- glints gold in the sunlight, its sails billowing in the wind in a lively sort of manner. It lowers itself slightly and a man's face appears over the side.
"Was that you, young feller-me-lad, a-leaping and cavorting just now?" His face is rough, and he sports a moustache.
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There is a voice coming from somewhere far above them (and Tristran can now notice that a light shadow appears to have cast itself over him and the star).
"Ahoy down there! Parties in need of assistance?"
The ship -- as it is a ship -- glints gold in the sunlight, its sails billowing in the wind in a lively sort of manner. It lowers itself slightly and a man's face appears over the side.
"Was that you, young feller-me-lad, a-leaping and cavorting just now?" His face is rough, and he sports a moustache.