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- At the middle point between the ships, the rope sagged, swinging wildly. Hector closed his eyes, inching his hands forward one over the other, dragging his knees onward while gripping on for dear life. He could swear he felt the waves slapping his back, could imagine the horrors lurking in the depths waiting to take a bite. Nearing the Bold Thunder he found his grip slipping. Panic rising, he feared he might fall at any moment.
- A firm hand took hold of his jerkin, hefting him up through the air, away from the rope, and down on to the deck of the Bold Thunder in one motion. His legs wobbled as he steadied himself. Vega patted him down.
- B3 P2 C5
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