Like a creature from the deep, a long, thick, besuckered tentacle rises from the water, a minute or two after Al loses control of his rigging. This far from land, a cryptozoological disaster could happen, and nobody would be any wiser. Say your prayers, Alphonse.
Or maybe they've already been answered.
Said tentacle, instead of coming crashing down and cleaving the boat, wraps around the end of the yardarm and gives it a firm tug in 180 degrees, sending the boat careening in a sharp turn that points it in the opposite direction it was headed. The sudden shift in momentum surely knocks Al off his perch and into the boat, but he won't be alone to suffer. After the boat evens out, it starts tilting to the side as more tentacles crawl their way up onto it, almost to the point of fully capsizing as the owner of aforementioned tentacles climbs his way up onto the boat. Worry not, though, the only water the boat takes on is whatever sloshes off of this new companion that is making quick work of getting the mast properly set up, working the ropes like he's done it his whole life.
When everything is set and secure, the oversized creature turns around to address Al.]
Got a death wish or something? You were about to hit a nasty current for a boat this size.
[Of course it's chastising, but he says it with the calmest demeanor, as if he was just teasing him. Or maybe that's just how he talks. (It's the latter.) ]
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Or maybe they've already been answered.
Said tentacle, instead of coming crashing down and cleaving the boat, wraps around the end of the yardarm and gives it a firm tug in 180 degrees, sending the boat careening in a sharp turn that points it in the opposite direction it was headed. The sudden shift in momentum surely knocks Al off his perch and into the boat, but he won't be alone to suffer. After the boat evens out, it starts tilting to the side as more tentacles crawl their way up onto it, almost to the point of fully capsizing as the owner of aforementioned tentacles climbs his way up onto the boat. Worry not, though, the only water the boat takes on is whatever sloshes off of this new companion that is making quick work of getting the mast properly set up, working the ropes like he's done it his whole life.
When everything is set and secure, the oversized creature turns around to address Al.]
Got a death wish or something? You were about to hit a nasty current for a boat this size.
[Of course it's chastising, but he says it with the calmest demeanor, as if he was just teasing him. Or maybe that's just how he talks. (It's the latter.) ]