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The bilge pumps were at work constantly (due to the
wonders of gnome glue). Fortunately, the gnomes were
heading in a straight direction - due west - so that it was not
necessary to turn the ship, thus avoiding the need to open
the air casks (a thrill akin to being caught in a cyclone) - a
blessing rather lost upon Tanin, Sturm, and Palin during the
mercifully short voyage. This, then, was the MIRACLE with
a crew of gnomes, a dwarf for its captain, and three sea-
sick, hung-over adventurers (though Dougan assured them
solemnly that they should thank their respective gods for
it!).
Night was falling. The sun sank down into the sea in a
blaze of red, as though trying to outshine the gaudily
dressed dwarf. Crouching miserably on the foredeck, the
brothers were glad to see night come. They had spent a
wretched day, forced to duck every time the sail raced
overhead. In addition, they were pelted by fish and
drenched with water streaming down from the sail. There
was little for them to eat except fish (plenty of that) and
some sort of gnome biscuit that looked suspiciously like the
miracle glue. To take their minds off their troubles and
prepare them for the quest ahead, Dougan proposed to tell
them the story of the Graygem of Gargath
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