(apollo opts to remain quiet during the rather alarming exchanging mao and ritsu are having. he doesn't even want to know why they're debating something drowning, and he severely hopes it won't be himself.
apollo listens intently to the instructions, going over the controls in his mind as many times as it takes until he's sure he at least has the gist of it. of course, he's still horribly nervous, knowing that if he falls off even once, he might as well be good as dead. he stares out at the choppy, rough waves, and he just has to hope he doesn't suddenly get seasick.
he stumbles awkwardly as he sets himself on one of the jet skis, almost completely falling off, but managing to balance himself at the last second.) We'll be fine! I'm sure the fishermen will be able to help us if we get to them!
i trust google more than my knowledge
apollo listens intently to the instructions, going over the controls in his mind as many times as it takes until he's sure he at least has the gist of it. of course, he's still horribly nervous, knowing that if he falls off even once, he might as well be good as dead. he stares out at the choppy, rough waves, and he just has to hope he doesn't suddenly get seasick.
he stumbles awkwardly as he sets himself on one of the jet skis, almost completely falling off, but managing to balance himself at the last second.) We'll be fine! I'm sure the fishermen will be able to help us if we get to them!
(because who knows if they will...)