SUMMER SKIN / sailing

[PEPPINO]

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The ocean was such a large component of every Typhooner's life that Pip was surprised they hadn't done this before. He wasn't certain about going far out into the ocean, but it might be nice to try it, right? Plus, if anyone had issues, or were injured somehow, it would be prudent for him to come along. Goldie could help, but he carried around quite a few things in his satchel by now. If only he knew something in the bag that could help the ghoulish creature, whose illness involved coughing up maggots, and Pip was convinced that meant a rotting of something internal; given the many gaps in his skin and flesh, it would have been easy for the larvae to find dead tissue to feed on. But he'd never encountered a problem like that in his textbooks.

If he had an adverse reaction to sailing, Pip wasn't certain he could help, but he'd certainly try.

"I don't know how much help I'll be," the young canine murmured, clambering carefully into the boat with Goldie. He didn't know how any of it worked, but then- she was going to teach them, wasn't she? She was probably more aware of what to do than Pip was. So long as someone knew what they were doing.
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