[ Without taking his attention from the sails and the cheap, probably inaccurate compass in the palm of his hand— ]
Gale, it's underneath the gray blanket portside— on the left.
[ In the silence that follows, Finnick racks his mind to figure out if he's ever been on a more awkward boating trip. There was the one where Annie had a fit when her father started gutting fish and kicked him in the teeth, but that was more sad and bloody than awkward. Actually, it's probably best to not think of these things.
It's not that he tunes them out for the rest of the trip — you always have to stay sensitive to the needs of your passengers — but Finnick gets in the zone. How long has it been since he sailed? Easily before the Quarter Quell. The rocking and creaking of the boat, the rushing of the waves, it all lulls him into a peaceful place that Finnick isn't used to achieving without wearing his fingers raw tying and untying knots. They've picked up a decent speed from the wind, the seas are relatively calm (though there's no use trying to convince Johanna of that) and they're fine. Everything's going to be fine.
He's just about to look over his shoulder to gauge their distance from New Moore when the boat comes to a disturbingly familiar crashing halt. Literally, the bow seems to hit an invisible wall and smashes itself apart. Finnick barely has time to yell for Katniss before he's thrown from his position at the mast and into the water.
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Gale, it's underneath the gray blanket portside— on the left.
[ In the silence that follows, Finnick racks his mind to figure out if he's ever been on a more awkward boating trip. There was the one where Annie had a fit when her father started gutting fish and kicked him in the teeth, but that was more sad and bloody than awkward. Actually, it's probably best to not think of these things.
It's not that he tunes them out for the rest of the trip — you always have to stay sensitive to the needs of your passengers — but Finnick gets in the zone. How long has it been since he sailed? Easily before the Quarter Quell. The rocking and creaking of the boat, the rushing of the waves, it all lulls him into a peaceful place that Finnick isn't used to achieving without wearing his fingers raw tying and untying knots. They've picked up a decent speed from the wind, the seas are relatively calm (though there's no use trying to convince Johanna of that) and they're fine. Everything's going to be fine.
He's just about to look over his shoulder to gauge their distance from New Moore when the boat comes to a disturbingly familiar crashing halt. Literally, the bow seems to hit an invisible wall and smashes itself apart. Finnick barely has time to yell for Katniss before he's thrown from his position at the mast and into the water.
Well, shit. ]