After seeing his party members disappear inside of the boathouse, Wandering Sound quickly spun on his heel and headed straight for the wheelhouse. The faster he arrived there and took care of the mess that covered the boat the better it would be for them all.
Everywhere he looked as he walked along the deck was spattered by the entrails of the giant sea creature that they killed. Knowing that if it is left alone too long it would start to smell, making Wandering Sound quicken his pace up a bit.
As he walked he took a brief look up at the sky, before emitting a long, deep, audible breath, when he saw the hot noonday sun glaring down. This made him speed up even more, because if there is one thing he knew for certain, it was not to leave fish out to rot in the sun.
