Blackbeak Bluff I'm in danger!

Pepper had similar experiences with water. Lakes didn’t move, not like this, and rivers had no waves. He was assuming El rio was a river, given the way she spoke of it. 

”Could be. Don’t taste much like rain, though. It’ll make ya sick.” 

Something else he’d never questioned. He had no reason to. Some things simply were, and having an answer made no difference.