Thursday, September 14
Holiday in the Sun - Part 3a: Chasing the Rat
Baldric pointed at a man-sized keg that three sailors slowly rolled up to the stage. He undid several latches and with a creak, the front of the keg fell open.
In the darkness, two beady red eyes glared out at the crowd.
Ilmarė joined Dril to stare into the keg. “Oh no, he didn’t,” she said. “He’s not going to let that thing loose, is he?”
“Th' first salt t' brin' me back th' fat rat gets th' booty,” shouted Baldric. “An’ remember, he’s worth more alive than dead!”
With that, the huge rat launched itself into the midst of the crowd, nearly flattening a particularly ugly woman.
Ilmarė pinched the bridge of her nose with thumb and forefinger. “Of course he is.” When she looked up, Dril was gone. [MORE]
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