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"But you'll get lost without me," Trapspringer in-
sisted. "Besides, you don't know what Damaris looks
like, and I do."
All of this was true, Phineas had to agree. "We
should leave as soon as possible. How about this after-
noon after we collect supplies? And we must also make
sure no one sends a message to Tasslehoff's bounty
hunter."
"Don't worry about a thing, I'm a seasoned adven-
turer. Have I told you about the time I nearly went to
the moon?" Trapspringer asked him. Phineas shook
his head. "It's a great story for the road. You just get
yourself ready, and I'll collect everything we need and
meet you at your shop just past noon."
Phineas only hoped he could find his shop by the
time Trapspringer showed up.
Suddenly the autumn wind picked up and sent a
small wave crashing over the side of Trapspringer's lit-
tle boat, sinking it in a second. Phineas wondered un-
easily whether it was an omen or just a little maritime
disaster.
Chapter 9
Tasslehoff, Gisella, and Woodrow stood on
the bow of the ship: "the pointy end," as Gisella in-
sisted on calling it. Behind them, her huge wagon was
secured to the single mast, since there didn't seem to be
much else to tie it to. The horses were tethered to the
mast as well and hobbled to keep them from wander-
ing about the deck. Their eyes rolled and their nostrils
flared each time the ship rocked. Not even Woodrow
could calm them completely.
"So, let's go," Gisella announced abruptly. "Let's get
this thing moving."
Woodrow looked apologetic
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