Wheeling Gull Isle for the feast and the promise of gold

Swimming was necessary, here, and Hide had absolutely no idea how to do it. He tried, sort of, wading out a bit and familiarizing himself with the feeling of the water. He never went out past where he could touch, because then he would probably not know how to get back to shore.

Salt water was all he could smell, taste, hear. It was gross, really, and kind of frightening. He focused on the texture of the sand under his paws as he traversed the water, wrinkling his nose as it brushed up against his chest. 

Ahead, he heard another body splashing in the water. It sounded a lot like someone else was out there with him, but he had no way of knowing. So...

"Hello? Is there anyone else out there?" he asked, tipping his head to the side and pausing in his "swimming."