[He shrugs, turning to grab the stick. Impaling the fish on it–one after the other–he walks over to the fire.]
I'm used to crossing water. That's it.
[Goes back to the tree, snapping off a few more branches–this time ones shaped like little 'y's so he can make a spit. Walks back to the fire and starts to set it up.] I've never been anywhere where I've needed to know how to deal with it.
[Other than on boats. But he usually trusted the crew to mind all of that business.
With the spit set up, he sets the stick-o-fish on top of it and sits beside it. Not answering the cleanliness question because does he need to? I mean, just look at him. Even his hair is pretty grimy.]
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I'm used to crossing water. That's it.
[Goes back to the tree, snapping off a few more branches–this time ones shaped like little 'y's so he can make a spit. Walks back to the fire and starts to set it up.] I've never been anywhere where I've needed to know how to deal with it.
[Other than on boats. But he usually trusted the crew to mind all of that business.
With the spit set up, he sets the stick-o-fish on top of it and sits beside it. Not answering the cleanliness question because does he need to? I mean, just look at him. Even his hair is pretty grimy.]