Sometimes panicking works. That, or The First Mate was just an incredibly lucky person. What he would call his incredibly tactical diversion worked like a charm. The falling debris had stolen just enough of the gorgeous womens attention to allow him to painfully get his foot out of what he dubbed the  [i]water kraken's [/i] grip. Had he been wearing his boots he wasn't sure he could have gotten free. As it was he was sure that he might of twisted his ankle just a bit.


“Alright, alright ye wench” He said holding up his hands and patting the air as he stood up. “None of that hit yea did it? I'd hate to damage the goods.” Once again, despite his predicament his eyes failed to fall on the women's face.  “Now, don't ye think yer taking this killing me thing a bit too seriously?

As he spoke The First Mate was focusing, his hands were up patting the air, but his left was just cocked to the side slightly he had seen a rather large piece of drift wood, if he could get the angle right he would knock this watery tart out with one aimed blow, he just needed time to focus and get his fear under control.