I'm a little late on this, as I was on a boat-trip with some suppliers yesterday. The boat was pleasant enough, but basically it's a day on the water in the sunshine with not a lot to do. It was nice, but I would have been happy with half a day, or even just hearing about it afterwards :-D
Comings and Goings Jimmy scarpered, and Ben and I found ourselves a sturdy tree with branches poking out over the water to sit on. Ben leaned back against the trunk, while I straddled the branch a little further out, tickling fate's ribs to see if she was in a joking mood. "Boat-posts," said Ben. "And no sign of a boat, nor any reason to need one to cross this. It's a bit of swim in the middle, but thirty, maybe even twenty seconds? You'd just string a rope across for all your comings and goings." "And if you really needed the boat it'd be a skiff on a line too," I said. "There's boat traffic here, and this is just a drop-off point. And likely not for a chupacapra." Ben laughed. "You think we'll find one?" "I think we might have to find something that could pass for one, once we've found what's really going on," I said. "Would be good to have something for the locals to marvel at while we sneak out of town." "Just like the old days," said Ben. "Think we should salvage the balloon?" "Ayep," I said. "But only because that there balloon was made of good silk, and that's got value too. No point leaving it around for the birds, and maybe we can distract the locals with it too if we can't find a goat-eating monster for them. I bet even Josie likes silk nether-garments. "So what do we do when Jimmy gets back?" "Head north," I said. "Let's walk the river a way and see where it goes. My bet is that it's connected up to the mine river, so we should see it disappear underground somewhere. Trouble is, I think we might need to either swim a ways or find ourselves a boat too." Ben thumped the tree we were sitting on. "Build a raft?" "How do we hide that from the locals? They're superstitious, sure, but I never heard tell of no chupacapra that captained its own boat." "A pirate chupacapra!" Ben grinned. "That would make our reputation!" I shook my head. "If only," I said. "Look up, Jimmy's coming back."
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I'm a little late on this, as I was on a boat-trip with some suppliers yesterday. The boat was pleasant enough, but basically it's a day on the water in the sunshine with not a lot to do. It was nice, but I would have been happy with half a day, or even just hearing about it afterwards :-D
Comings and Goings
Jimmy scarpered, and Ben and I found ourselves a sturdy tree with branches poking out over the water to sit on. Ben leaned back against the trunk, while I straddled the branch a little further out, tickling fate's ribs to see if she was in a joking mood.
"Boat-posts," said Ben. "And no sign of a boat, nor any reason to need one to cross this. It's a bit of swim in the middle, but thirty, maybe even twenty seconds? You'd just string a rope across for all your comings and goings."
"And if you really needed the boat it'd be a skiff on a line too," I said. "There's boat traffic here, and this is just a drop-off point. And likely not for a chupacapra."
Ben laughed. "You think we'll find one?"
"I think we might have to find something that could pass for one, once we've found what's really going on," I said. "Would be good to have something for the locals to marvel at while we sneak out of town."
"Just like the old days," said Ben. "Think we should salvage the balloon?"
"Ayep," I said. "But only because that there balloon was made of good silk, and that's got value too. No point leaving it around for the birds, and maybe we can distract the locals with it too if we can't find a goat-eating monster for them. I bet even Josie likes silk nether-garments.
"So what do we do when Jimmy gets back?"
"Head north," I said. "Let's walk the river a way and see where it goes. My bet is that it's connected up to the mine river, so we should see it disappear underground somewhere. Trouble is, I think we might need to either swim a ways or find ourselves a boat too."
Ben thumped the tree we were sitting on. "Build a raft?"
"How do we hide that from the locals? They're superstitious, sure, but I never heard tell of no chupacapra that captained its own boat."
"A pirate chupacapra!" Ben grinned. "That would make our reputation!"
I shook my head. "If only," I said. "Look up, Jimmy's coming back."
Greg - glad you survived :P
Looking forward to more river exploration, as things continue to get more and more intriguing.
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