Jim had better work fast. He'll have a couple of minutes to enjoy the sound of Felix spluttering and splashing to right himself before he tries to lurch up onto the bank like an indignant marsh demon. those robes just got a whole lot heavier now they're soaked and flapping wetly in the breeze.

He's glaring at Jim, aiming to grab the captain and pull him back in bodily. It's hard to look intimidating when you're drenched and also slipping backwards on the muddy bank. "That was not fair."