> Protocol dictates at that you lead the crew in a jaunty sea shanty at this time.
You lead your merry crew in a rousing rendition of jolly, jolly sixpence.
With spirits this high, nothing could possibly go wrong! > This will only end in tears. Or impending moistness. > A portage is in order!
To the waterways! > Row, row, row your bats, gently down the streeaaam~
You paddle furiously on your new canoe, but you don’t seem to get anywhere.