[fish guts and blood and gross. This is definitely not how Shura wanted her boat ride to go, but at least the boat's all in one piece. Getting the oar out of the thing is another problem, but it's really nothing in comparison to what they'd have to deal with if things had gone worse.]

Good. I--hnngh--this damn oar's stuck, ugh.

[Very firmly lodged between a few ribs. Well, she certainly made her mark.]

You been around here long enough to know if it's worth anything, or are jus' gonna bring bad luck with us if we take a few souvenirs?