“Well, there’s something fishy going on, and we’ve got to get to the bottom of it, so goodbye, good luck, and say hello to the Baron for us,” Willowmina told the poor dead sailor.
“Ah yes, Baron Saturday, I’m comin’ to ya,” the sailor muttered, and he drifted down-river.
Slub Glub perched himself on Willowmina’s trunk as they bobbed and weaved through the twists and turns of the babbling brook, which had widened into a stream, and then a river, and eventually became so large that it seemed to go on forever in all directions. “This is the end of the line for me, odd folks,” the body of water babbled. “We’re about to empty into the Big Drink, the Ocean of the Unknown. Watch out for the serpents and such,” it said, and with a last gurgle fell silent. Willowmina and Slub Glub were alone and adrift on a puddle one thousand miles wide and a hundred miles deep.
An uneventful hour passed of aimless floating on the ocean waves. “See if you can see anything in this sea,” Willowmina said to Slub Glub. Since she was floating on her back, all she saw was sky.
Slub Glub fiddled with the telescope. “Hmm, nothing… No, nothing there… Oh, wait a minute. There we are.”
“What is it?”
“Well, I think I see the soul-stealing eye that sailor was talking about.”
Willowmina rotated herself so that she could see what Slub Glub was staring at, and found that the blue mutant’s telescope was poking into the ocular orb of a mammoth creature, pink and slimy, with vast tentacles festooned with suction cups connected to a body the size of a mountain. “Ooooh,” she said, very impressed. “Are you a god?” Willowmina asked the monster. In response, the great pink thing sprayed them both from head to toe with gallons of black ink.
To be continued.
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