The boat lurched forward. The boiling tide had grown strong. Still no sign nor pube from that fishy can opener Gooselane.
I held onto both sides like a naive young virgin boarding a plump middle aged street walker. Some splashes of the foul smelling boiling water onto my face made that simile even more true.
Something was going to happen. For the first time I was scared like the man who forces air and feels uneasy liquid shortly after.
Suddenly, through misty foam I fancied I saw a figure upon a shore of rock and pebble. The boiling seas broke upon that dark land. The figure's arm seem to stretch infinitely as he moored Gooselane's boat.
I stepped off tentatively and felt queasy. The motion of the sea had been with me some time.
"Afternoon Rambling. I am from the Department of Arrivees. You will come with me."
"Just what I need, a fucking civil servant!"
I said no more, for he waved a mystical briefcase and the scene changed...
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