"There's a pain in my gut."
Sally simply nodded as she found that she was unable to speak. Watching as Chess swam towards the boat, her palms became sweaty and she started to shake ever so slightly. Telling herself that he would be fine, she still refused to take her eyes off of him - even refusing to blink - until he came back. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she half sobbed, though still took his offered hand.
"You have my matches mademoiselle, no matter what I will always be right there to help you." He smiled half stepping back as he looked her in the eyes trying to invoke an air of safety, projecting a little bit of warmth from his body to aid in that feeling. "There's so much to see on the water."














