A
BLOB
on a
BOAT
Sunday June the Thirteenth
" Look, Percy! Directly below us!" I said, laying my hand against the glass. " Is that an ocean liner?"
It was a ocean liner indeed— and not just a regular ocean liner, but one of those massive ocean liners of which the nouveau riche are so fond. Personally, when one has the option of traveling by airship, an ocean liner seems somehow... vulgar. Though perhaps I am being unpatriotic for thinking so, as most of the truly great liners are built in England.
In any case, we crash landed rather neatly upon the rear deck of the ocean liner, and since the liner was moving, our balloon trailed behind us and did not smother us to death. Also attached by their ropes and hooks were the pirate airships, dragging behind our own airship like kites in the wind! " This is very peculiar," I said. Just at that moment a little bell rang, and immediately one of the pirates glanced up at the glass ceiling. The blob was crawling across the glass, and its weight was making cracks above. The glass shattered and the blob fell onto the pirate!
The collision caused Cyprien ' s hat to fly off. " My best hat!" he cried as it landed on the blob, intact. After a horrifying struggle, the blob had devoured the goblin pirate and continued to sink straight through the floor, melting a hole into the deck of