[ Jim isn't awake in time to witness any of that, but when he hits the deck of the ship, it jars him back into consciousness. He coughs, chokes on the mouthful of water he'd taken in when he'd been cracked on the head, and gasps loudly. His chest heaves and he rolls sideways, patting around blinding for something to hold on to to help him on his way, and while he only finds the planks it still helps to ground him.
The side of his face is warm, not yet sticky from the blood because the water has diluted it, but he doesn't reach up to wipe it. Instead, he looks around wild-eyed to the man next to him, and he might be rattled but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what just happened. ]
— Thanks.
[ He wheezes, casting around for his lantern, and sticking his hand out to grab it once he spots it teetering against the guardrail. ]
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The side of his face is warm, not yet sticky from the blood because the water has diluted it, but he doesn't reach up to wipe it. Instead, he looks around wild-eyed to the man next to him, and he might be rattled but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what just happened. ]
— Thanks.
[ He wheezes, casting around for his lantern, and sticking his hand out to grab it once he spots it teetering against the guardrail. ]