The torrents of water soaked Mako’s mask, gagging around his throat. He hauled the last of the sails bolt rope, and flung it down onto the deck.By the time he had clambered down to the deck, his mask was so sodden that he ripped it off his face, revealing his lipless mouth. He hoisted the bolt rope, and slowly began dragging down to be stowed. He gritted his teeth, as the heavy rope weighed on the floor, spilling water everywhere. Mako made his way halfway through the cabin hallway, liquid seeping from the rope, before bellowing in frustration: “Will someone help get this stowed?!”