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The boat was in the water, along with the oars, and everyone was sitting in their seats, waiting for Elsa to get in and guide them out. Kristoff sat looking out at the river. The sun was just rising, and there was only a slight ripple on the water. A few more ripples led his eye to some things floating near the dock.
“Huh, looks like some flotsam and jetsam this morning,” he commented over his shoulder to Eric, sitting in the seat behind him.
“What do you mean?” Eric asked.
“See all that stuff?” Kristoff asked, pointing to the things floating a few feet away.
“Those are some tree branches and vines,” Eric explained, “not flotsam or jetsam.”
“So?” Kristoff groaned. “It’s stuff floating in the water. I don’t know the difference between flotsam and jetsam, anyway.”
“Well,” Eric began, “flotsam and jetsam have to come from a ship. That stuff floating by clearly just came from some tree on the bank of the river upstream.”
“Fine, I had to ask,” Kristoff sighed. “So they’re, like, the same thing?”
“What?” Eric asked.
“Flotsam and jetsam,” Kristoff clarified. “Are they the same thing?”
“Oh, no,” Eric said. “Flotsam is anything that fell off a ship, but jetsam was deliberately thrown off.”
“Really?” Kristoff asked.
“Yup,” Eric said.
Elsa got in the boat just then, turned on her headset, and it was time to start practice.