[he hums along as much as he can but it doesn't make him feel much better. The deeper in he goes the more he sweats and then he has to stop entirely, leaning against a tree]
I gotta go back to shore, sweetheart.
[it was too much. He was too weak. He'd readily admit that and half a dozen other things if it would get him out of here]
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I gotta go back to shore, sweetheart.
[it was too much. He was too weak. He'd readily admit that and half a dozen other things if it would get him out of here]