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TRAVIS: You can’t come back with ten gold wine if
I said I was broke.
MARISHA: Exactly.
TALIESIN: Two-Gold Bold.
MATT: You spend the gold and you get a bottle of
cheap wine, make your way back to the boat–
LAURA: Can I pull Fjord aside while she’s off
doing that?
MATT: Yeah.
LAURA: Fjord, that voice you’re doing. It almost
sounded like you actually did in Port Damali.
TRAVIS: Right, yeah.
LAURA: I mean, I like that voice. I like this
voice too, though.
TRAVIS: Oh, well I’m glad. I’m partial to it
myself.
LAURA: I like it. You can keep doing it.
MATT: As you return with the bottle, you all get
onto the boat. The older gentleman, as you all get
on, introduces himself: “I’m Noah, this is my
vessel. I’ll take you where you need to go. Now,
if I can ask where you’re headed. Want to do a
pass on the lake and back, or…”
SAM: Caleb, where are we headed?
LAURA: Wait, are you still in bird mode?
LIAM: No. That ended. We hear that there’s
beautiful islands out in the middle of the
Ustaloch.
MATT: As he pulls the rest of the rope in as you
guys are on board, he stops. “Beautiful?”
TRAVIS: They haven’t been on the water much. An
island to the eyes of someone like him would appear–
LIAM: I’ve never seen a lake before this one so,
first island. It’s a very big moment for me.
MATT: He goes and gets his paddle out and begins
making his way– “Well there’s only two islands
out there. One’s a piece of shite and the other’s
Crookedstone.”
LAURA: What’s Crookedstone?
MATT: “Crookedstone used to be where and old witch
lived about a hundred years ago.”
(gasps)
MATT: “No one goes over to Crookedstone.”
TALIESIN: Well!
(laughter)
MARISHA: No one goes to Crookedstone.
TALIESIN: That is our siren’s call.
LIAM: Did you say piece of shite? What’s the name
of the other one?
MATT: “Well, it doesn’t really have a name. It’s
too small.”
LAURA: Oh, so the big one is Crookedstone?
LIAM: Crookedstone, yeah.
MATT: “Can I ask you where you’re going?”
LAURA: I mean, that sounds like fun, right?
MARISHA: Yeah, you guys aren’t actually afraid of
some–
MATT: He puts the oar down–
SAM: Boink.
MATT: (cork removal noise) (gulps) (sighs)