Rosen stared at him for a long moment before sighing, muttering something about ungrateful boulders as he dragged Long out of the water and onto the beach.

Long didn't struggle too much, but he wasn't much help getting himself out of the water either.

Once Rosen had dragged Long up onto the beach, he checked to make sure no water had gotten inside Long's lungs.

Long was breathing fine. Nothing else seemed to be wrong with him either, but he was acting like he was nearly dead to the world.

Rosen cussed at him a little more before going back to the Juttle to get a towel.

By the time Rosen got back, Long was sitting in the water again.

So Rosen cussed at him once more before dragging him out of the water a second time.

It was the same as before, but this time he had gotten himself tangled up in some seaweed.

Rosen then cussed at himself for throwing away the knife before just letting Long sit in the water. "Fine!" he exclaimed, "We'll just sit in the water then," and plopped down into the water beside Long with a loud splash.

Long remained silent for a long time.

Rosen quickly got bored and began to amuse himself by whispering raunchy sexual profanities into Long's innocent ear.

Long didn't seem to notice for a good while. But as Rosen had to start getting really creative, Long slowly started to tug at the seaweed wrapped around him. He had a great deal more success than Rosen as he slowly untangled himself.

Rosen continued his endless stream of words.

Long didn't try to push Rosen away as he finished detangling himself. But when he was done, he stared at a piece of stringy seaweed leftover in his hand.

So Rosen reached over and splashed it out of his hand as he stopped speaking with a sigh.

Long blinked as he watched the piece of seaweed float away.