boat race | open | run across the swamp

A nod came from the captain. He had not planned to murder anyone, nor would he wish to, but he had taken a life before in his past and would not wish to do it again without provocation. On that note, he nodded in agreement. "I will try my best, cap'n. No life will taken on my part," he reassured. "I find that unnecessary over a bit of land." The groups had fought over less though. "I'll make sure everyone returns, safe and sound, capiche?"

As for the rest, he tapped his foot impatiently. Morrison was rearing to go.