It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Vox Machina are on a boat.
DM: 21? Okay. You take a moment and glance out in the same direction you were, and you scan past the horizon. Nothing.
Player: Motherfuck. Well, I come back down. It went under water, whatever it was. Does that mean it was big enough to be some sort of sea monster? Was it a sea monster?
DM: "I sincerely hope not, for all of our sakes. But, nevertheless, I'm gonna go ahead and have the men man our ballistas. Just to be safe."
Player: How quickly do those things move?
DM: "What things?"
Player: Sea monsters.
DM: "Depends on the sea monster."
Player: This one was very large.
DM: "Hopefully slowly." And she shouts off, "Full sail!" A bunch of the deckhands start pulling the ropes down, letting the sail come to a full-- flutter of wind itself isn't too terribly strong, but it's enough to at least inflate the sails even further, and give a little more of a speedy direction.
Player: I wanna go back up and keep an eye, with the spyglass, on any kind of movement, that looks like it's coming towards us.
DM: Okay, cool. Some of her men go over and start loading the large ballistas to the back of the ship. Anybody else hanging out on the deck?
