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Corki silently helped him into the mask, tying the leather strips before checking her bag at her side with nothing but a few collected flags and flowers. If it got wet, it probably wouldn't make a difference, so she kept it on.

She gave a salute to everyone, before sighing. "I wish I could just Skip over there. I don't think the I'd be allowed though, would I?" she asked Tom, smiling. "Probably kill me off."

Climbing into the boat, Corki remained standing, waiting for Tom and eyeing the opposite shore. If there was anything, she didn't see it.

"Hope this works," she teased, though she was a little nervous. Still, swimming wasn't terrible. She distantly wondered when the last time she showered was, taking a dip in the river not exactly comparable but water nonetheless. But wait...showered? Such a word felt off on her tongue yet she remembered it...

"We're off!" she exclaimed instead, bringing her back to her senses. "Charge!"