He didn’t need to be told twice. Edwin continued holding onto his gracious savior (a constable? A constable?!?!?) as they swam towards shore.

“Yes, quite! I’m not feeling well at all, constable,” he coughed up more spit than water this time, but who could tell? It was all just different types of wet.

The shore was only getting closer and closer.

Edwin let his eyes close and his head roll onto the constable’s shoulder, though he kept his hold. He could at least pretend to have fainted from the shock of it all.