[ For a lot of reasons, not least of which is that Mako is still shaky and trying to place where his feet go underneath him, which isn't remotely helped by the way the waves are rocking the ship. This is nothing like being on an airship. It's wilder, like they're at the mercy of the sea: Mako is trying not to think about miles of water all around them, the lack of anything except maybe this ship and something smaller.
Actually getting the lifeboat might be the easy part.
But Mako can't focus that far ahead yet: they have to get the lifeboat first without getting bitten or eaten or whatever else these things have planned, and Yuri is absolutely right. They need to be smart and fast.
Reaching out, Mako grabs his arm before he can pull open the door. ]
Let me look.
[ He doesn't really give Yuri a choice, pulling the door open as quietly as he can and slipping out, calling on all the skills he used to make into games for Bolin. See who can be the quietest, he'd say, and Bolin's eyes would go round with challenge. Mako's pretty sure it kept them alive more than once.
And they are definitely outnumbered. Fish-people crowd the deck, lashing down masts and shouting at each other. Mako feels exposed, crouched against dark wood like this, but there's enough motion up here that they should go unnoticed as they creep— ]
There.
[ On the port side of the boat, in a tangle of rope and the shadow of the mast, is a small wooden dinghy on what looks like pulleys. ]
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[ For a lot of reasons, not least of which is that Mako is still shaky and trying to place where his feet go underneath him, which isn't remotely helped by the way the waves are rocking the ship. This is nothing like being on an airship. It's wilder, like they're at the mercy of the sea: Mako is trying not to think about miles of water all around them, the lack of anything except maybe this ship and something smaller.
Actually getting the lifeboat might be the easy part.
But Mako can't focus that far ahead yet: they have to get the lifeboat first without getting bitten or eaten or whatever else these things have planned, and Yuri is absolutely right. They need to be smart and fast.
Reaching out, Mako grabs his arm before he can pull open the door. ]
Let me look.
[ He doesn't really give Yuri a choice, pulling the door open as quietly as he can and slipping out, calling on all the skills he used to make into games for Bolin. See who can be the quietest, he'd say, and Bolin's eyes would go round with challenge. Mako's pretty sure it kept them alive more than once.
And they are definitely outnumbered. Fish-people crowd the deck, lashing down masts and shouting at each other. Mako feels exposed, crouched against dark wood like this, but there's enough motion up here that they should go unnoticed as they creep— ]
There.
[ On the port side of the boat, in a tangle of rope and the shadow of the mast, is a small wooden dinghy on what looks like pulleys. ]