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[It was supposed to be a good afternoon swim, with the added bonus of setting things up to make a shitload of money when the crew finally went back to the surface. Sure, the river current up on the cloud island of Hamara Swarga is a little fast, but it's nothing a fishman and a mermaid should need to worry about. Namur should have known better when the male jewel fish turned tail and fled upstream, but Nami had cornered a female and he wasn't about to head back to the ship without either one. The current crushed in around them, the drab female jewel fish- much smaller and more streamlined- darted away, and the aquatic Spades found themselves being driven over the drop. Namur managed to get ahold of Nami with one hand, the other grasping and finding a stray root right near the edge, swinging them both out beneath the waterfall, and beneath the cloud island itself. He's not sure how long they hung like that, but it had quickly become clear that the root wouldn't hold. He told her to hold on, but she let go anyway, leaving him grasping at air and watching in helpless horror as she fell, until he couldn't even make out her form from the glittering waves miles below. He yelled himself hoarse, as if somehow screaming her name into the vast nothingness would make a difference. But no matter how much haki he threw behind his words, she never reappeared. Eventually, he had to accept the truth.

He wasn't strong enough to keep her safe.

The root gave way and he only had a moment to scrabble with his fingers against the rough underside of the island, digging in with all of his strength and whatever force of will he still possessed, and eventually he managed to make his way out from beneath the waterfall itself and drape his arms over a thin protruding shelf of rock, where he stopped to rest. Wind and spray whipped into him, threatening to blow him off. No way in hell he was going to make it back to the top on his own. Then he remembered the journals.

It was a tricky affair, reaching down and pulling the soaked but magically preserved book out of his back pocket, but he managed, and flipped the thing open with one hand.]

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[At first there's only the sound of wind tearing at the corners of the pages in the journal and a crashing roar of a nearby waterfall. Then Namur catches his breath, and yells, because his voice is too broken to be heard otherwise.]

Ace or Haruta or Logan or any a y' damn birds still 'round! Maybe Korra! Hell, any Spades, I don't even care! Gone off the shitty waterfall an' I need a lift! Fast!

[There's a scraping noise, a hoarse cough, and then much softer, barely discernible over the background noise:]

Help!

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You did what?!

[There is your sister, having been feeling restless for a bit now, so she's assuming it has to do with this lug head. But she's already on a move, standing from where she was as she spoke.]

Where the hell are you, Namur? [Details. She'll find him easy enough with haki, but she'll need rope. If she happens to run into anyone or hear anyone else speak up, she'll plot to meet them, because this might require help.]

[It's even harder to make out his voice over the journal now, he's stuffed it into his belt because damn that wind sure is trying to rip him off the side of this cliff and he needs two hands to hang on.]

Fell! We fell off the shitty waterfall damn it! Jus' follow the river!

We?! [She called loudly back, as she stuffed her journal into her belt. There was a round of rope grabbed, glad she was on the ship at the time. Jumping off the ship was no thing either, nor was running towards the river.]

How far down are you guys?

I'm-

[He grunts a little, one of his handholds crumbling beneath his weight so he has to grasp around for another one. His voice is mournful, barely holding it together..]

'S jus' me.

Shit, Namur... [almost barely heard as she pieced together what he was saying. She grunted at that and ran, catching up to the river, and turning swiftly to follow it.]

[So how are we doing this? timey whimey or run into each other?]

[It doesn't matter, he'd just like to be saved plz and thx.]

Sorry...

[He's trying to climb in the meantime, to get to a more stable shelf.]

[Okay, even the jerkass who isn't normally a team player recognizes a serious situation when he hears one. And given that he's been on his own from the crew for most of this trip, he's not entirely sure who's where and comes to the conclusion that, yeah, he should probably check this out.

Following the river's course to the island edge proves simple enough. It's a good thing raven laguz are known for their speed.

Naesala calls through the journal as he flies to let Namur know he's on his way.] There's a 'damn bird' coming to your assistance, if you can hold out one minute longer.

[Namur chuckles hoarsely.]

Oh I got awhile left in me. 'S the handholds an' the wind that-

[Speaking of which, there's a sound like rock crumbling. Namur grunts a little.]

Shit. Hangin' on.

I'm holding you to that. Falling now would be awfully disappointing for the both of us.

[The end of the river is in sight, and he can only hope to himself he followed the right path.]

Tell me you aren't that far down.

Think I'd be askin' help if it was a skip, hop, an' a jump?

[Fine, he won't tell him. He'll just heavily imply it and let the Raven figure it out for himself.]

[His only response is a muttered "oh good" before he puts his journal away.

Nearing the edge, he shifts fully raven and dives. The water's affecting his sense of smell, and there's a lot of mist and wind and-- well, he's searching among the falls, but can't take out his journal in this form. So he ends up letting out a loud caw to hopefully alert Namur to his presence instead of...startling him.]

[Namur knows people are coming. He's waiting to hear yelling or something. A caw... well, that'll work too. Honestly he shouldn't be too hard to spot- considering his penchant for bright colored shirts and the fact that his skin is blue, he probably sticks out against the tawny oranges and browns of the floating island's rock face. He's fallen quite a ways in his attempts to gain ground, the only real progress having been made is sideways. He's not under the gushing waterfall, at least. But he can't really yell anymore, either, his voice barely carrying to the journal stuffed in his belt. But he tries anyway.]

Over here! There's a... [He's about to say biggerish rock but that's not gonna be very useful to anyone but himself.]

Shit. Abeam the waterfall, starboard if the fall's yer prow!

[He means to say facing the island, look left.]

[Naesala - by grace of actually paying attention during his stay on beorc ships - can follow instructions, spotting Namur. He glides in close, the winds making his wings work overtime, and holds his talons out in prep. He's only glad he's strong enough to do this.

Hopefully, at least. He sucks at teamwork, he's no hawk, and he's not even fully sure how heavy Namur will be. But it's not like he can turn around and leave.]

Someone called for a fish-man pickup?

Namur! Think about killin'! It'll make me easier to find you!

[Yeah Ace, he kind of feels like he just killed a crewmate.]

What, the bigass river ain't 'nuff of a guide?

[He does his best though. Killing. He's gonna kill Teach if he ever sees that nakama killing bastard again. Is it technically killing your nakama even if she's the one that let go, because she didn't believe you were strong enough to get you both out of the shitty situation that's your fault to begin with?]

You know what I mean, shark-brain! [Ace had to know how far he'd have to jump, if at all. Without so much as pausing, he jumped off of the ship and simply flew towards the shore. He ran along it as long as he could before he jumped into the air, his lower half simply becoming a jet that kept him aloft. Hovering near the edge of the island, Ace looked for Namur--feeling him out but not seeing him in the mist of the clouds, yet.]

I'm close! Naesala's out here too, right!?

Yeah, an' Haruta said she's comin' with a rope!

[Namur swallows, trying to get some of his voice back- and some of his breath. It's hard having the wind blow this much water everywhere, there's too much to really breathe through the nose, not enough for his gills. He should be relatively easy to spot off to the left of the waterfall, however. He does enjoy wearing bright, saturated colors after all. But that's not what's on his mind.]

Damnit, Ace! Gotta be the shittiest jelly-brain that ever pulled water through gills.

Hnn. Well, I won't be able to get too close. Dunno what'll happen if I go in those clouds, but--

[Ace breathed out, spreading out his hands. He raised his arms and then fired off a cross-shaped blast into the mist, right over Namur. The clouds were hurled back as Ace made a wall of flames to stop them--making Namur much more visible.] Now they can grab onto you! I'll let 'em pass through!

I don't know what I can do but I am coming!

Nnngh, careful sweetheart. Wind's really-

[His handholds crumble and he slides down the cliff face for a few seconds before his fingers catch again. Leanne can probably hear him gasp, then mutter, breathing heavily.]

Shit. Shit. Oh shit. Okay. 'S gonna be okay.

[Then, stronger.]

Wind's really strong down here. Don't want y' gettin' blown away if yer wings can't handle it.

What's going on?

[it doesn't sound good]

Mucked shit up worse'n a hagfish is what's goin' on! Nami's fell an' I couldn't stop her lettin' go! Shit, there's miles a nothin' 'tween here an' the sea. Nothin' t' do but wait-

[His voice finally cracks at that. He should have been stronger, quicker to think to pull her up instead of just holding onto her hand, observant enough to keep them out of danger in the first place.]

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