[Cecil had found himself nodding along at Mr. Captain Holiday's speech. He didn't quite understand the heroism part, though surely a good journalist is as much a hero as anyone else -- but he did understand the need to be accounted for. The need to comply. Cecil was a good citizen, and he would do whatever was strongly and threateningly recommended.

Still, though. He hasn't left Night Vale in years. He's never been to Florida. Swamps. Why would anyone willingly go to a swamp?

Cecil twists the leather band of his watch as he stares out over the water. He's standing very near to the railings, and that's why he's in trouble when the enormous bird shows up out of nowhere.

He's not surprised by the bird, per se. These things happen. But when the mutant raven crashes into the ship, the impact and subsequent violent rocking on the deck throw him right over the rail.]

Oh, God. Oh, my own dear God --

[Cecil tries to hang on, but there's sea water everywhere, and it's made the rails much too slippery. He scrambles for purchase, but it doesn't look good.

His voice, deep and unusually, unconsciously persuasive, echoes across the deck.]

If anyone's there, anyone at all, I could use a hand. I could use an entire body, to be honest! Probably even multiple bodies! I can't swim.

[first come, first serve for the rescue; bedraggled and distressed for anyone following!]