Can you swim . . .

     “Excuse me, sir,” came the annoyingly polite tone from Ralgam.  However, it was not heard above the cacophony and revelry of the crew as at last they were reunited, at least this part of them.  “Pardon, me, might I have a moment of your time,” Ralgam attempted once again.  Still, it fell on deaf ears.  For his third attempt, Ralgam, dared to pick up one of Terba’s pots and spoons and bang them loudly together.  At that, the crew stood in silence, for no one had ever touched Terba’s things without permission.  Before anyone could utter a sound, Ralgam promptly stated, “Now, that I have your attention, would you kindly turn your faces to the rear and look at the water rushing toward you across the plain that was forewarned.”  With that, no one cared about who touched anything, but rapidly gathered everything and RAN!