“I g-guess?”<br/><br/>Avery was still wincing as scooted back against the fallen mast and began leaning on it to push himself up. His ears perked up when you spoke.<br/><br/>“It’s not really grit to me, though. I grew up… well… not in the best places. So I’m kinda used to being hurt I guess?”<br/><br/>Avery smiled a little at your laughter, oddly just comforted to hear another voice again since he’d been sailing alone. As he grabbed some rope and wrapped it around the broken mast, he spoke up.<br/><br/>“Food does sound good… So you’re a captain? Does that mean you have a ship?”<br/><br/>Avery used his rope to slide down the side of the ship and landing on his good leg. He struggled to keep up with your pace without limping, but managed for now.