Perrine stifled a laugh when she heard him say 'eww'. Maybe a piece of seaweed had gotten caught on his boot, or maybe he'd stepped in one of the air pockets in the sand (almost like mud) and become stuck for a moment, or maybe he just didn't like the ocean. Whatever it was, she continued on, the lantern in her hand swinging before her as the waves only an inch tall brushed against her boots. Before too long, they reached a slight incline and Perrine led the way up onto the first sandbar. It was only a few feet wide, and very few boats crashed here so there wasn't much debris, but by wading across lengths of only a dozen feet at most, one could get to the further sandbars easily. It was when the water started to get deeper than Perrine knew she'd have to keep an eye on Anthony when they crossed- when the sandbars started to get packed together more tightly so one could simply jump from one to another, the current in the water around was strong enough to sweep someone a good distance away if they fell in.