Darby swung like a regular little monkey hand over hand down the anchor line, gained the ground and, tripping briskly about beneath Inconvenience, adroitly caught each of the mooring lines flung down to him by Miles Blundell.
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Darby is the most enthusiastic member of the Chums of Chance. It's probably because he's the youngest and has yet to have all of his wonder and innocence stomped out of him by people like Lindsay Noseworth. He's still youthful enough to see life as an adventure, and still dexterous enough to make full use of his body. He is carefree, wild, and exuberant. Like a monkey, he is all wild instinct and freedom of movement, no thought at all about the danger of his movements aboard an airship or the knowledge it could lead to his demise. Mortality and time do not exist for this boy. He is suckling at the teat of life for all that it's worth.
Plus, you know Darby is a dexterous little athlete because how accurate could Miles Blundell's mooring line tosses be?! That klutz couldn't hit the top surface of a planet his airship is hovering twenty feet above!
I'm going to miss this Darby when he's just a few years older and has learned to be a cynical little shit under the tutelage of Chick Counterfly and the heavy hands of Lindsay Noseworth.
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