"Warp pipes?" Romeo says, half-bewildered, half-amused. Of course in a world with oversized worms and crawling ships there are things like warp pipes. Whatever that might even be, exactly. "I don't suppose you've seen any of those around on the ship? To help us get out of here?"

Assuming the name of such transportation isn't a misnomer, anyway.

"Really, though. I'm not sure you should be hanging over the edge like that."

Nor should Romeo be out here, probably. Everything is soaked and he's one misstep away from slipping himself.

Romeo has to raise his voice over the storm: "Why don't you come over to this side? I'd really rather you didn't fall overboard!"