Flying Sword can no longer be used, yet the swordsmanship still resides in my mind.
While rummaging through the corpses, it was evident that Octopus Leg was truly impoverished, being the lowest of the low even amongst degenerates. Conversely, Barlow's body had quite a few items upon it. I found a water pouch made from a resilient fish bladder which I filled up then told Brother, "Get in."
With a wide-open mouth and a loud protest, Brother didn't have much choice: "Just bear with it; these are the current circumstances. Otherwise, you will be stranded alone in this vast ocean."
Feeling wronged, Brother told me, "I've made a huge sacrifice just to stand by your side!" He shrank back to his initial state and crawled in. I tied the pouch up and hung it around my waist and, with the bone knife in my hand, stepped into the village.
All houses were tightly shut! Behind them hid pairs of terror-filled eyes.