Seeing Yulsin hopping into the boat, "The Rower" immediately said:
"Very well! Bu' befo' we begi' a' this, you'd better take the san' out of your boots! The last time I travel from the east edge of thi' dese' to the west one, the boa' full was of it an' you ought believe me: I shall waste not three potions again just to clean it all!" he said on a serious tone.
"A' right! Let us this do! And, of course, let me do the rowing!" he exclaimed with a grin.
While they were advancing in the sand under the scorching sun - which somehow did not bother him - "The Rower" occasionally gave out a sinister laugh or seemed to talk to someone. He did not care, though, that Yulsin might be confused whether he is speaking to him or to yet another one of his hallucinations. The atmosphere was awkward at best, but the pirate-like man could not feel it.
He just kept rowing silently...
About half an hour passed and the ground started to quake heavily.
"No, fool! There are no waves, even though we may call it a sand sea!" albeit he uttered these words with a mixture of irritation and confidence (to the spirits know whom!), the sudden movements of the boat were rather aggressive and after a while not even his indifference could fight the unusual circumstances. The shaking was accompanied by brutal noises as well.
Soon, the enigma was solved: the suddenness of the giant worm jumping out of the sands was astounding. Yet, "The Rower" showed but a twitch and a temporary eye-widening as a reaction.
Half of the worm's body was still underground, but that did not help the situation.
"Haaah!! You again! I should've expected!" he exclaimed, even though he hadn't met that creature before. He jumped out of his boat, not even checking if his new journey mate was also ready for the fight.
Every bite or any other sort of attack from the worm was partially dodged, partially parried with a slash from his sabre, letting occasional yellow blood pour. Though the worm did look like it was hurt by these blows, it also seemed to slowly but surely regenerate.
The sight would have rather been disgusting to many, yet that did not seem to be of too much concern to "The Rower".
"Ha ha!" he exclaimed, before grabbing two potions at once and casting them upwards into the air. He then proceeded to hit them both with his sabre. The bottles naturally broke, but the hit had been firm enough to swiftly send the potions towards the worm, and so the strange green and purple gas was emanated in front of the beast.
"I'd suggest stay away, unless you want that thing to reach you as well!" "The Rower" told Yulsin, with his occasional traces of caring towards others...
He quickly jumped a few steps backwards, letting the coloured smoke and dust slowly fade into oblivion, while the beast seemed to freeze.
"Bash, strike, and stab it 'til you have time still! It ought not to be able regenerate in state this!" he shouted with his loud, deep voice.
In a wink he dashed towards the worm, piercing the frosty layer that covered it. Though it was a partial defense for the creature, the ice was by no means impossible to penetrate, and thus "The Rower" began striking before the effect would fade.
Even so, the creature soon broke out of the spell with a devastating rage and hurled him backwards. It now seemed too wounded in order to recover fast enough, though. Thus, on this occasion, its wrath and now ten times more brutal, brusque, and rapid attacks seemed to be the only things of concern.