The beach was largely deserted at this time of day, but if there had been anyone paying attention to this particular stretch of sand, they would likely have doubted the evidence of their senses; the sight of a small overturned rowboat waddling along the beach, followed by an antlered Rabbot, was not one most people would have expected to see. When it had just about reached the edge of the water, the boat stopped and suddenly flipped over, revealing a Mimebones wearing a bright yellow raincoat.
"I'm not convinced you need to be wearing that," Roman said, in reference to the coat. "If you fall overboard you'll sink like a stone and take all of your notes with you, and whether or not you get wet won't matter anymore."
Cyrano laughed. "I have no intent of doing any such thing! You may think this is silly now, my friend, but once we are actually on the water I think you'll find yourself wishing you'd brought one along. Are my goggles in there? I can't remember."
"No. They weren't on the list."
"A shame. But nothing to be done about it now."
A number of bags and pouches were strapped and taped to the undersides of the boat's seats, containing food and bait and various live traps, among other necessities. They planned to be out at sea for a few days at least, perhaps two weeks if it took them too long to catch anything; if they stayed much longer than that Roman would have to eat seaweed and he insisted that this was a terrible fate, though Cyrano had tried it once and didn't think it so dreadful as all that. Regardless, they were at least as prepared as they needed to be, and quite possibly more, given that in essence they were just on a fishing trip.