Re: The Promenade
Tarzan was a little uncomfortable in the enclosed space, but he enjoyed the warmth. Once they were inside, he separated from her by two or three feet and then settled his knuckles down by his knees so he could give himself a good all over shake, not unlike a dog. The loincloth didn't leave all that much to imagination and Tarzan was most definitely king of the jungle.
After his shake in the warmth he straightened up again so he was closer to manlike height and scratched at the center of his sculpted chest for no apparent reason. "Move faster in trees, or swing from branches," he said, pointing at an extended wall sconce that was probably not intended for swinging. "Tiny little man boat only good for walking," he added, disdainfully.
"Lady finding food. Tell Tarzan scar-story on way. Move fast, talk fast." He took her hand (well, her wrist, he had a very large hand) and hauled her off toward the elusive smell of food, deeper into the bowels of the ship.