Luck on his side? Scott didn't like the implicit implications behind that statement. Remind me not to piss off Bone Jangles on future boat rides, he thought with a gulp, the words "obnoxious clown" ringing ominously in his brain.

Not that it might have done any good to think that anyway, as S.T. pointed out. If the ferryman just did the whole boat tossing thing randomly and not because someone had eyed him the wrong way, there wouldn't be much they could do other than watch that paddle like a pack of hawks. Either that or just not get in the boat again. But that would just be silly. You'd think they valued their lives or something.

In either case, they wouldn't have to worry for much longer; the dock was in sight now, and they would be on dry land again in minutes. Scott looked over at Harvey, shifting towards the front of the boat. As soon as they landed, he wanted to be up and moving. The less time they wasted sitting around with their generous chauffeur, the better.