The turtle looks over before he plots out the best route to take to get him to where Link is. Eventually he jumps to the neck of some sort of loading crane, sliding down before making another leap to pick his way over to the mound Link's been investigating.
"Hmmm," he muses, setting his hands on the barrel. "Help me turn it." It doesn't seem like the other side is leaking, but the ship's landing probably hadn't done it any favors if the crack there is anything to go by. "Don't have anything on me...Maybe if we find a rag and tie it down tight enough with some rope it should do the trick for a temporary fix."
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Date: 2024-10-27 08:47 pm (UTC)"Hmmm," he muses, setting his hands on the barrel. "Help me turn it." It doesn't seem like the other side is leaking, but the ship's landing probably hadn't done it any favors if the crack there is anything to go by. "Don't have anything on me...Maybe if we find a rag and tie it down tight enough with some rope it should do the trick for a temporary fix."