100 HP
MAX HP
95 EN
MAX EN
Hypothermia It is cold.
Nice Boat It is nice.
A haunted serenity permeated the coast, as if the spark of life had just abandoned this once vibrant stretch of land once the ominous dark clouds rolled into sight. It had been three days since Yuichi and the occupants of the Speedwagon made their journey to this bizarre stretch alone, without anyone else to follow suit. They each had their own roles to play in this little game, that much the player was certain; however, the exact reason why they were singled out from the rest was still a mystery to him. Whatever the case, the scout who went on ahead of them gave the fighter no shred of doubt as to what they were about to do next – swimming towards a docked boat, in arctic waters, at night.
“What the heck?! That sounds awesome!!” the fighter exclaimed gleefully and took off his clothes almost as fast as one could say ‘Wat’ – without the ‘h’. As expected, the insane idea piqued the interest of the equally insane brawler, who now had gone from clothed to nude in almost the blink of an eye. His clothes were now neatly placed inside his Inventory, safe from being wet from the water; and in its place, he called out Whale, his Spectral Whale Pet, to join him in the sea as his swim partner. Since he was a ghost whale and the weather seemed cursed anyway, Yuichi thought that he might as well make the best of it.
Being last of their group, he took his time observing the others and gauge how the cold affected their bodies; and from those observations, formulated a plan to get to the ship without experiencing any of the excruciating pain the others felt. Yuichi nodded in their honor; a small token of gratitude for showing him how he needed to proceed with their example. All that was left now was to execute his plan, and hopefully, find some way to help the others who were mired in their own miserable swims.
Not wasting any time implementing his plan of action, the brown-haired pretty-boy leaped from the shore and into the biting cold ocean with Whale close behind. Without his clothes to weigh him down, he was like a shark in his element, his body held straight like an arrow while muscled legs powered him through the dark depths towards their intended target.
Quiet Swim
Tracker / Roll
65 + 30 = 95
[ Ship Distance: 0/400 ]