Date: 2019-08-16 03:48 am (UTC)
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His clothes had managed to.. somewhat dry over the hours. They hadn't truly totally dried because of the spray that the whale kicked up. But it had been nice to not be wet and salty.

Instead, he was now dry and crackled and salty, and feeling a bit hot an woozy from the amount of sun he got, the treading water he'd had to do, and the hours of holdig onto seaweed on the back of a whale for hours.

He wanted to sleep, and possibly never wake up.

It was close to night time now, and he really needed to figure out some way to make a leanto or something to protect him at least a little as he slept. But he wasn't even sure he had the energy too.

He tried to get down off the whale, lost his balance, and tumbled into the sea again. Well. So much for being dry.

He started to swim towards the shore, the whale couldn't come in too close or else it would beach itself.

Oddly enough, it was the same for the fishman in a way.

"I have to get to shore. I need to sleep." He had no idea if fishmen even slept.
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