There's a discussion going on about the merits of helping Kisamoa, but Bart does not involve himself in it. He has decided to help; that is all there is to it.

Barnabas addresses him, then. You look like a man of the sea Bartholomeo. Do you have a boat like the captain? The stag flashes his trademark rogueish grin. "Once upon a time, yes. No longer, sadly." There's a sense of enigma to his words, an evasive quality. Because he's stone cold sober, there's no danger of him accidentally telling these strangers his life story - he keeps it closely veiled to his chest, his cards folded firmly over. For all his outward openness, the pirate has a lot of secrets.

Lyanna then remarks that it's beginning to look rather clean, and the bay nods his agreement. "Aye, we've done some fine work. Kisamoa should be pleased." It's about time that they begin to take the bones back, but first the man's attention is diverted by Glasgow. The way she avoids his gaze, that shy smile...the stallion finds his interest is truly piqued, and he decides that once this is over, he will have to seek her out and find out more about her. Considering Bart can be over the top, outgoing and gregarious, he can still find beauty in the more introvert members of their species. They intrigue him, and he sees it as his personal mission to draw at least one smile out of them, to pull them out of their shell with his infectious good humour and warm, jovial attitude.

For now, though, there's work to be done. He has offered to move the raft full of bones, and he is not the sort to go back on his word! He contemplates how best to go about it; there's no chance of creating a harness to drag it behind him, which means his best option will be to push it. Flexing his muscles - perhaps moreso than is strictly necessary, for the ladies, you understand - the pirate pushes his shoulder hard against the raft and begins to push it across the sand. It's hard, tiring work, but Bartholomeo's innate stubbornness prevents him from asking for help. A sheen of sweat soon beads across his fur and perspiration trickles down his brow into his eyes, but he's not a man who shies away from physical labour - his background has taught him that physical prowess is a large and important part of life, and so he throws every ounce of his strength into pushing the raft towards Kisamoa's designated spot.

THE ARMS OF THE OCEAN DELIVERED ME