You wear the garment to be polite, but you hate how hard you have to struggle to put it on. Having to stand at the same time does not help. Once you've gotten the waist wrap all figured out, you flop down triumphantly against a larger sand dune.
Every time you're forced to use your awkward legs, you wonder if that must be how Tamru feels with you all the time. Flynn rolls over onto his back, and turns his head to watch your gradual advancement up the beach. Mercifully, he does not comment on your coordination. Instead he says, "An undersea wreck pumped full of air and filled with sand all feels like such a hassle. Almost not worth it. Why not just visit an island or something?"