Flaily

At once all furrows plow, the strugling streams O're all the main gape wide, boile foamie streams, With flaly-oares and slicing foredecks fierce, Which through the bustling billows proudly pierce.

“I hardly think someone as flaily as you can complain about anything.” “Flaily? That's not even a word,” I huffed, enjoying his arms around me more than I wanted to admit. “Flaily, as in, one who flails. […] ”