The ice cube landed on Hana's foot, sliding coolly to the planks. She shuddered involuntarily and shook her foot to get the icy water off her. Her toe slammed into the metal band around the barrel, hard. Gasping at the sudden pain, she twisted away instinctively. Off balance, she flung her arms out still on one foot to try and regain balance. She posed on one foot, her arms pinwheeling to keep control.The [i]Borealis[i] rocked, and Hana fell over. The bar of soap flew from her hand. Dropping straight down, she landed flat on her ass and than her back. The wind was knocked out of her, and she stared frantically at the sky. The bar of soap completed it's arc, and dunked directly into the makeshift tub. Bathwater splashed itself on her sore toe. 

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Pieter scratched his beard and nodded idly. He was thinking about what Uban's power meant for the priesthood. The sea had it's own magic, and he wondered what the Salt would think of lightning. He had turned to Berlin to say something, but sudden movement caught his eye. He saw Hana flailing, and couldn't help the chuckle that started. 

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Wheel clapped Uban on the shoulder, smiling, "Ah, don't worry about it. Next time I'll be ready, huh?" The curse buzzed at the thought, and a surge of joy came over him. "Come on, I'm gonna get some limes, maybe a drink'll do something about those coins you got for eyes." He heard Pieter laughed, and looked around. When he saw what was going on, a grin spread across his face.