"Might've said that sooner, mate," Red grumbles, leaning hard on the tiller as they near the rocks.

"Hang on!"

Despite the beast being slowed down, hopefully it's still too big to turn as fast as their little boat can. That is, if Red can make the boat turn fast enough to actually avoid the shallowest part, rather than scraping the whole side of the boat on the rocks, which seems very likely at the moment.

They lurch, seawater splashing over the sides. An unpleasant grinding sound vibrates through the wood from below where some rocks must've scraped the bottom, and the boat creaks in protest while Red puts his full weight behind steering.