001; Action.

[wouldntbetonit]

[In a fresh snow bank not far from the caravan of wagons there is the figure of a man who looks as if he was literally just dumped in the cold slush. He's not exactly quiet about it either; yelling and carrying on like he'd been mortally wounded for the first time.]

Damn, damn, damn, damn!

[Eventually, after causing his ruckus and standing up from

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[whatistheremore]

[He wasn't listening for a familiar voice, but he knew that call. A seaman. This far inland? It had to be this place's magic at work, and that meant the poor man was likely lost, confused, perhaps even frightened. ...Hungry, too, no doubt. And cold. Certainly cold.

So he does the only thing he knows to do in this situation.

Call back.]

Ahoy!

[wouldntbetonit]

[Naturally Bush hurries to the wagon, eager to not be frozen. When he comes close enough for faces to be distinguishable, he stops in shock. Pleasant shock. But shock nonetheless.]

Holy God -- Horatio! [Yes, he's so surprised he used his captain's first name.]