03-03-2017, 08:49 PM
Emptying the bottle in a final chugging spree, Swiggins tosses the bottle onto his ship before kneeling down to Wizwik's height. With a wide smile made rather strange with his eye still missing, he grabs the sides of Wizwik before gauging his weight then wrapping twice around his chest the rope and giving it a hangman's noose style knot to hold in place. He wraps and knots the other end of the rope to one of the posts for the dock as well as wrapping a chunk of it around him arm carefully. He stands next to the Gnome with a chuckle grabbing and hooking the large spear to himself.
"Time fer a little strolling round the locker, just a short trip mind ya. Keep yer wits about ya and yer eyes open. Give a tug when ya can't handle it. Bon voyage~"
Hooking his leg back and swinging towards Wizwik, Swiggins essentially kicks the Gnome into the waters just in front of the dock while holding the rope loosely a few moments after the splash and then gripping tight to hold in place.
"Time fer a little strolling round the locker, just a short trip mind ya. Keep yer wits about ya and yer eyes open. Give a tug when ya can't handle it. Bon voyage~"
Hooking his leg back and swinging towards Wizwik, Swiggins essentially kicks the Gnome into the waters just in front of the dock while holding the rope loosely a few moments after the splash and then gripping tight to hold in place.
(OOG: Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)