Edrik gulped as the ogre towered over him, beginning to think this had been a bad idea. Tentatively, he plucked the coins from the ogre's hand.
'Um... come right aboard. Make yourself at home. But... I need to know... who's your boss?'
He stepped back as the ogre looked at him, expressionless.
'On the other hand, doesn't really matter, does it, it's his money. Welcome aboard the, er...' he flustered. His boat didn't actually have a name. Very unprofessional. '... the Pretty Swan!'
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