In the end, Sangamon was able to find his way to the surface and pull himself back onto the boat. He looked like a drowned rat, but he wasn't dripping with the remains of waterlogged corpses, so that was something. Or at least, Harvey hoped he wasn't.
That didn't stop him from flinching back when some of the water came splashing his way, but he figured that was a pretty natural reaction.
More than that, the ferryman didn't have much of an explanation for them. In fact, he even said that Sangamon had lucked out. Did that mean that there had been a chance that something worse would have happened to him in the water? Harvey frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. At least he wasn't the one who'd been pitched over.
As for being called "Prince Charming," he had no idea where that came from, but with the inability to speak it was easy enough to ignore it. Harvey kept his gaze on the approaching shore, figuring that Scott and Sangamon could handle the questions if they wanted to try and get anything out of the skeleton on what all that had been about.
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That didn't stop him from flinching back when some of the water came splashing his way, but he figured that was a pretty natural reaction.
More than that, the ferryman didn't have much of an explanation for them. In fact, he even said that Sangamon had lucked out. Did that mean that there had been a chance that something worse would have happened to him in the water? Harvey frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. At least he wasn't the one who'd been pitched over.
As for being called "Prince Charming," he had no idea where that came from, but with the inability to speak it was easy enough to ignore it. Harvey kept his gaze on the approaching shore, figuring that Scott and Sangamon could handle the questions if they wanted to try and get anything out of the skeleton on what all that had been about.