Jolly, Ho !!
"What do you mean he refused it?" Korillo Kreegan fumed at his second cousin's youngest daughter, Geribella. It was her job to see to the completion of all boat sales. She was usually very good at it. "I put all the enchantments he asked for in it!" "I am sorry, Master Korillo," Geribella replied. "But he did that 'It's not to my liking' bit with a lot of dramatic flair people do when they are too broke to pay for what they wanted." "Hmmmph," Korillo grunted with a scowl. "He really can't pay?" "No," Geribella said. "I had to do some extensive digging, but I have discovered that he was recently swindled on his last venture." "See if you can find another buyer for it before sending it home." "I will do that, Master Korillo," Geribella promised.
"You know, husband, those greedy gnomes will just sell that boat to Pearlshore." Lady Drucilla said to Lord Morton Siltshoals. "If I could just sell that boat myself I could pay off the gnomes AND leave us a tidy profit!" "Then get it back, husband." Lord Siltshoals flashed her a wicked grin. "Oh, very good, wife. I WILL get it back. I know just the fools to hire for a mere promise of getting paid."
Merle and Daryl, after a tragic attempt at highway robbery, decided to take the offer from Lord Siltshoals.
All they had to do was steal a boat from some puny little gnomes and bring it to Lord Siltshoals' private landing to get paid.
What could be easier?
That very night, as the moon shone bright, they watched the manor's landing
"Merle," Darryl whispered, "them gnomes've left. It'll be a good bit until a guard comes by."
Merle climbed down from the tree they had hidden in to spy on the Pearlshore landing. He stretched and yawned.
"Let's git it, Darryl."
"Now ain't that a purdy sight, Merle?" Darryl asked as he stood admiring the jolly boat. "Why, it even has a mast 'n sail we kin use 'stead of rowing all them miles t' Siltshoals."
Merle grunted and stepped aboard the jolly boat. He began setting the oars in their oarlocks then tucking them neatly back into the boat.
"We don't need all them oars," Darryl said as he finished setting up the mast and sail.
"Yeah, well, I wanna have oars in the best rowin' spot an' I dunno which is best."
"You take the front-most set an' I'll take the' back most 'til we're away from town an' can use th' sail."
Merle was the first to find his seat. Darryl hopped off the boat to lift in the anchor . Jumping back into the boat, he shoved hard. The boat drifted away.
"Let's row," he said and moved to the seat at the last set of oars.
Heaving a put upon sigh, Merle set his oars in the water. Before he could start to row, the oars twitched in his hands. Suddenly, Merle was flung out of the boat.
"Ahhh -- !" SPLASH!
"Merle!" Darryl called out. He quickly set his oars in the water and tried to row the boat over to Merle.
"Ahhh -- !" SPLASH! He, too, was flung into the water.
Sputtering up to the surface, Darryl saw the sail had loosened and was dropping down. It was starting to catch the wind.
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"D-Darryl?" Merle squeaked in a whining whisper from where they lay on the floor of the boat. "Th-this boat's got spooks."
Darryl, who was watching the sail turn this way and that as it steered the boat, grimly nodded.
"It's demon possessed!" He whimpered back.
The sounds of a waterfall grew louder as the boat carried them along. When the sounds became a roar, they heard the warbling call of a very near river lion.
"Oh, no!" Merle cried out in terror. River lions could kill and eat a man fool enough to be in their waters.
The sail furled up with a snap, and the boat suddenly slowed. The oars swung in again and began battering them until both men were flung overboard.
SPLASH! SPLASH! Emptied of its unwanted passengers, the boat began to row itself back to the landing.
"The falls!" Darryl yelled. "Swim over t' th' falls,
Merle, so's we dont get ate by lions!"
Bawling in terror, Merle swam for the falls behind Darryl. The water grabbed them then pulled them over.
"Ahhh -- !" Both men screamed until they hit the water below.
Moments later, Merle crawled out onto the shore. Twenty feet beyond him, Darryl struggled out, coughing up water.
At the top of the falls, outlined by the bright moonlight, a male river lion twisted his head this way and that as he looked down at them. He let out another warbling call both men swore was a laugh.
"T - t' hell with Siltshoals!" Merle swore. "I'm done with rivers!"
"Me too, Merle." Darryl agreed. He began walking along the bank away from the waterfall. "Let's git outta here."
Epilogue
Merle and Darryl never returned to the towns of Siltshoals and Pearlshore.
Lord and Lady Siltshoals eventually regained some of their lost wealth.
They bitterly watched Lord Pearlshore travel about in the Kreegan-built jolly boat he has since named The Lady Lion.
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