Few remain standing, though all of them clutch bone-dry canteens as if their lives depended upon it. One of the most active sailors placed his hands on his hips and glared at the rest of the crew. His voice was cracked from thirst as he rattled his empty canteen. Legally speaking, that five minutes was four hours ago and we haven t seen anything more than some pretty deteriorated goat skeletons lying in the sand dunes here. Not to mention the corpses of vanished gamblers.
Someone s long overdue for an explanation.
We might as well ask who forgot to bring enough fresh water on the voyage. Even Frank thought we d be done by now. A chorus of voices joined the fray but they were silenced by one of the more enthusiastic contingents of adventurers. We knew this was going to be a long journey. You men just want to grab everything and run.