Perrine, whose breath had caught in her chest when Anthony landed poorly, found herself needing oxygen and so focused on her breathing for a moment while he recollected himself. "That was the biggest jump," she reassured him as they continued on, "the next few are only two feet or less." The sea air had, by now, significantly cleared Perrine's mind and she led the way with a sure step. Just a few more minutes of walking, two more short jumps, and they'd be at a wreck she'd discovered yesterday morning back had been too tired and hungover to fully search. "Almost there."