Black dots swam in Hana's vision as she took shallow breathes. The crew was laughing, and despite her embarrassment, she started to laugh weakly, her sides aching with the effort. Regaining her breath, she stood up, clutching the side of the barrel. She waited, panting, until Rio lifted his head from the water.
"If you don't scrub yourself with the soap until you're sparkling, I'll knock the barrel over with you in it."

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Pieter smiled at the scene played out on his deck before turning his focus back to the seas ahead of him. There was a shadow near the horizon, a ship, and fast moving. "Captain, your spyglass."