Clementine laughs a little at Dave's comment, a sort of high nervous giggle that the wind steaks away almost as soon as it escapes her mouth. She saw monkeys once in a zoo, maybe if she thinks back hard enough she can channel some of that for real.

The deck is tilting more steeply by the moment and her fingers and knees are being rubbed raw for every hard fought hold to heave herself up further. Clem risks a glance down at Dave to make sure he's okay and, oh, that is a long drop. Pushing upwards she can see a wall that, while vertical when the ship was floating before, has now turned horizontal with the stern in the air. If they can make it there, with Clara climbing down, maybe they can rest a little.

She can't help wondering how this arena ends though, if it's like the big ones and only one person can win... no, stop thinking, just climb. With effort Clementine heaves herself upwards, too tired to talk more. The distance to Clara closes to a few feet, then almost nothing at all as Clementine tries to scramble onto the wall-turned-platform.