Suny slows her plunge into the lake quickly once past the surface.
Coming to a stop and thence simply floating.. relaxing... enjoying the freedom found in the watery environment. She looks about with a sigh of contentment. Taking in the sounds, taste, quality of the lake.
(^_^)
The descent to the shore goes remarkably well, despite the foreboding bay and its layers of fog. Suny disappears into the bank with a skillful leap before taking a look through the dark waters of the bay. Light filters poorly through the fog, scattering fish where it touches. The sea fades to darkness, the depths of the ocean as vast as ever.
Back on land, the greatest craftspeople (or perhaps the greatest MacGyvers) cobble together a raft and others prepare a small beachfront camp on the stony shore. Nhati and Reijo survey the bay for signs of trouble. The waters of the bay are surprisingly calm, given the prior day's tenacious rain and the tumultuous waters around the island itself.
And yet, the eerie calm leaves a bad feeling in your gut... Was accessing the Holy Isle truly this simple?
Eventually Suny does bob to the surface, waves and paddles over to the shore. Emerging from the waters she simply shakes herself from wet to damp as she helps out how ever she can with the raft.
(^_^)
Nhati says, "Well, let's go! Victorra, this is your show; do you want to skipper the raft? We should probably name her."
Wiping the sweat from his brow after a hard few hours of labor, Reijo refreshes himself with a generous chug from his bottle o' rum.
He then surveys the calm sea ahead once more as Vik names the new raft.
"Aye! Let's be off than!" he seconds Nhati's enthusiasm to get going. Drawing his pipe now, he lights it up and, a few puffs later, he muscles the newly crafted raft to the water's edge, then waits impatiently for the others to get aboard so he can push off then jump aboard himself.
Once aboard, he grabs an oar and, while rowing, scans the seas, the skies, and the land ahead for anything interesting.
Even though she's standing waist deep in the water Suny too gives a jump and splash for joy at Nhati's and Reijo's words. (^_^)
Taking up the platted weeds she's fashioned as a crude harness Suny moves to help pull the raft.
While turning to glance impatiently at Suny as she jumps and splashes in the water, he admires her wet, glistening upper body for a moment before hollering at her and at Lil' Fisher too. It seems the otter thinks her jumping and splashing means it's play time...
"That means YE TOO, Saucy lass! CHOP! CHOP! Ain't no time ta be lollin' round in tha lake playin' with the bloody otter an' fishies an' whatnot!"
Turning to look back towards the temple across the bay, a greedy expression now comes over his face as he grumbles a rhetorical question to himself, "Don'tchye know we gots gold ta be gettin'...?"
"Nyah!" Is Suny's erudite reply to Reijo, even as she waves the rope she's ready to pull on.
'I iz helpin'! I iz pullin'!" She explains.