The slim boat was a unique version of a Gondola, called a Broylla. But it was made of a diamond-like substance, sparkling with a magical sheen above the dark waters. A fish swam just underneath their feet, visible beneath the see-through Broylla. What a terrible looking fish it was with great fins of ebony - spindles of paper-thin flesh jutting out at all angles.
"Ah! What a disgusting little creature! Why, I can't believe that putrid thing was that close to me!" the girl said with a look of utmost disdain.
"Quiet yourself or you'll wake the entire school of them!" the main replied in a harried whisper. He flailed his arms in a downward motion, coaxing her to sit.
Reluctantly she sat, eyes penetrating the Broylla, searching for more.
"Are there really that many?"
"Yes, and I shudder to think what would have happened had they awoken to your vain shrills."
The burly man felt a single tap at the shoulder of his dragon-hide vest. The boy had slowly stood up and with his mouth a couple inches from the man's hairy right ear he uttered the words, "Too late..."
Their eyes widened simultaneously as they quickly bolted upright.
"Row faster, you bloody fools!" The man shouted, now grabbing his own oar for the first time.
"Look what you've done, Anne! When are you going to learn to keep your mouth shut? the boy exclaimed.
"Just you nevermind and row!
Bubbles over the black lake transformed into foam. Great shears of fins pelted forth from the boiling sheet of moonlit scum.
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