001; Action.
[In a fresh snow bank not far from the caravan of wagons there is the figure of a man who looks as if he was literally just dumped in the cold slush. He's not exactly quiet about it either; yelling and carrying on like he'd been mortally wounded for the first time.]
Damn, damn, damn, damn!
[Eventually, after causing his ruckus and standing up from the awkward patches of white and green Bush sees the wagon train. He doesn't know where he is, or how he ended up here - on land - of all places. What he does know is that he's cold, wet and possibly going to starve to death or freeze first unless he relies on the kindness of strangers.
He was going to die. Guaranteed.]
Ahoy!
Damn, damn, damn, damn!
[Eventually, after causing his ruckus and standing up from the awkward patches of white and green Bush sees the wagon train. He doesn't know where he is, or how he ended up here - on land - of all places. What he does know is that he's cold, wet and possibly going to starve to death or freeze first unless he relies on the kindness of strangers.
He was going to die. Guaranteed.]
Ahoy!