"Hey, maybe you did smell wood, Jiru! Look over there." Itaio pointed excitedly to the boat as everyone made their best effort to rush to it and attract the attention of the others.<br/><br/>"That doesn't explain why my feet smell like rotting wood," Jiru complained regardless, flashing a quick glance at his blistered and damaged feet.<br/><br/>(Dear lord these roleplays go through such long hibernations.)