Rorik sat there, still dazed, as Sashi ran off to get the hatchet. He tryed to replay the past events in his mind.<br/><br/>On the island, trapped.<br/>Kracken, narrow escape.<br/>The fruitless attempt to swim to the boat to help.<br/>...What then?<br/>He slowly stood up, and ineffectivly fell down.<br/><br/>"Ok...that's not going to work..."<br/>So, he tried to crawl on all four legs. Again, he stumbled and tripped on himself.<br/>"So that won't work either..."<br/>He again tried to stand up, this time able to balance himself. He smiled, and tried a step forward. His left foot suddenly burst from under him, and he fell again.<br/><br/>"Dammit...when will something good happen to me?" Rorik said, angry at his poor atempts at walking. He stood up again, and simply stood there.<br/><br/>"This is gettin me somewhere, isn't it? That education is really paying for itself." He took one step. Then two. Then three. He then decided he could walk again. True, he could feel a difference in his legs.