We're Yelling But Not Timber

Waves came rolling and our boat rocked with them, washing us away, which I am thankful for. At least we got to get away from there, even for a bit. Now, we can just grab this chance to paddle to the port. 

Or not.

"The boat is sinking!"

"This damned water!"

The boat-filled water is not some battleship boat or anything remotely close and is just something that is used for tourism, thus, it will not be sturdy. So the boat received some damages which may or may not capsize us sooner or later.

The two of us frantically scooped water using our hands and dumped it off, but what can we really do with just this? It means absolutely nothing.

Azriel looked at us.

"I will bring you to the land."

"How?"

"I'll fly over there while carrying you."

"You can fly?" I remarked in surprise.

"No! Absolutely not!" Sera vehemently replied.

I looked at Sera like she completely lost it.