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Duke had spent most of the morning working in the bowels of his boat, fine tuning his engine (which seemed to practically sing this morning, which was . . . kind of eerie, but he managed to hunt down the rhythmic knocks and whistles eventually, and it was back to sounding like a regular ship's engine again). He steered her out around the island a little just to make sure she was in proper ship-shape, then dropped anchor to have a quick lunch before bringing her back into port.
Which was when he noticed that the porgs seemed to have organized themselves into two distinct gangs. And that Polly Lobster was wearing a jaunty little bowtie and a bowler.
They burbled aggressively at each other, firing what sounded like they were probably meant to be clever little bon mots back and forth, and just as Duke was heading over to get a closer look, charged.
"Woah woah, hey!" Duke shouted, wading into the middle of the battle. "There will be no gang warfare on my ship! Porg or otherwise!"
The porgs ignored him. Polly Lobster shouted something, one wing pointing at the sky, and suddenly an enormous industrial fish hook -- which Duke didn't have -- came swinging out of nowhere, dropping a big empty net across the opposing porg forces. And smacked Duke in the forehead on its way past, stunning him and sending him stumbling back over the gunwale and into the water. Where he sank like a stone.
If only there were some friendly sea creature around to save him. . . .
[for a particular mermaid!]
Which was when he noticed that the porgs seemed to have organized themselves into two distinct gangs. And that Polly Lobster was wearing a jaunty little bowtie and a bowler.
They burbled aggressively at each other, firing what sounded like they were probably meant to be clever little bon mots back and forth, and just as Duke was heading over to get a closer look, charged.
"Woah woah, hey!" Duke shouted, wading into the middle of the battle. "There will be no gang warfare on my ship! Porg or otherwise!"
The porgs ignored him. Polly Lobster shouted something, one wing pointing at the sky, and suddenly an enormous industrial fish hook -- which Duke didn't have -- came swinging out of nowhere, dropping a big empty net across the opposing porg forces. And smacked Duke in the forehead on its way past, stunning him and sending him stumbling back over the gunwale and into the water. Where he sank like a stone.
If only there were some friendly sea creature around to save him. . . .
[for a particular mermaid!]
