Blue Tearstone Ring (Dark Souls II)

more defense when weakened. like the red tearstone ring. except with defense. want the specifics? well screw you.

i only made this because others haven't
since somebody is bound to fix this someday, here is my book I am co-op making with my friend.

Chapter 1 - Nate Dunn 

'''Hey y’all. My name is James Jameson, and I got a story to tell y’all. I was just yo average boy, living in SittehToun, Out in De Midl o’ nowhere, in the land of Center Earth and I was livin wit me Good ol’ ma. My Ma lived as a famous Whitchery Mc Crafter livin da hood leif, back in de hood! I was playin outside with my favorite buddy, rock. He was a rock. We was dancin’ and prancin’ when suddenly, it happened. My Ma was screamin’ “I FINALLY FINISHED MY NEW POTION! I DONE DIDDELY DID IT!”  I ran inside, and I saw her. She drank the potion, and that second I swear I saw that new fancy shmancy witchin drink touch her tounge, and a huge witchery craft eartha’mquake of witchin swag exploded over 2000 miles. All de houses every were destroyed, all except me and my mas. Everyone was coming with their pitch forks and fire, saying they had just right enough of my Ma’s witchery craft and her dingley dangley dippin in a dippin dot tomfoolery. They captured my ma and put her up on the pole for the trial. I wanted to prove she was innocent, so I says to the villager folk, “Hey guys! Dis witchery craft was too powerful to be by my Ma, so it must have been an act o’ god!” We got out of there as fast as you can say “2000 MILES”, and we started to pack up and leave. Suddenly, the villager folk realised my ma did use her witchery craft! My ma was all like, “LOL Imma just teleport, wait a second.” She was all frozen up. She was so shocked and screamed “MY WITCHERY CRAFT! ITSA GONE!” I stood up with her! We finished packing our things and got out of their lickety split before they catched us! We ran mighty o’ fast, we got all da way 200 miles, and ended right at the entrance of the spooky mountains! Near the front is where my normal grandma lived! We went in her house, and told her our story. See, she was a wise guru master who could talk to spooky ghosts and see the future, like how all grandmas are. She says, “YOU NEED TO GO TO THE POTANT FOREST, GET THE RIPEST FRUIT THERE, AND EAT IT! FOR THEN YOU WILL FIND THE INFORMATION YOU NEED FOR YOU AND YOUR MA’S JOURNEY.” We got ready, and set of to the land where the potent fruit are, unaware that I was about to set off to a journey of a lifetime. '''

Chapter 2 - Nate Loper 

'''Me and my ma stayed with good ol’ granny for a little while, and then we went into de grove o’ potant trees. When we got there, my ma told me to climb one of the trees and get three ripe and juicy potant fruits and some dead branches and leaves and twigs and stuff. The potant fruit was bright orange on the outside and a dark red on the inside. My ma peeled the fruit and then squeezed out the juice. She told me to get out a match and start a fire. She then told me to burn the rest of the fruit as she swallowed the potant juice. When she drank the juice she fell asleep. '''

'''The smell of the burning fruit was very strange to me. I began thinkin’ about my ma, and all that had happened recently, and about my dad, and all the good times with my good friend rock. When the fruit had burned up, I stopped thinkin’ about those things. Suddenly, my ma awoke after three hours of sleep (one hour for each potant fruit). The smell of the burning fruit had had an affect on her, too. She had seen a dream that she would stay at granny’s and that I would travel on alone. She saw some spooky things, and then she saw me on an island with another man, and he was teaching me wizzery craft. '''

'''“Let’s go back to gramma’s house. She will know how to interpret the dream,” said my ma. '''

'''So we packed up our things again and left the grove o’ potant trees and went back to my gramma’s. '''

'''“It’s a very strange dream to me, but I think we should believe it. Do you remember when you were taught your witchery craft?” she asked my ma. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I think,” came ma’s reply. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, you were taught your witchery craft by Sarah Swaggins, de wife o’ Swilbo Swaggins. I think we should send James to Swilbo Swaggins to learn wizzery craft,” she said. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes, we should,” said ma. 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">So I began to pack up for another journey, one that I would have to go on alone, to a person I didn’t know and to a place I didn’t know. My ma gave me some money, about “tree fitteh” as she called it ($350). That was more money than I had probably ever seen in my life at one time! '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">At last, the next day, I put on my backpack and began walking up the spooky mountain on the Old North trail. And so, my adventures began. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was a long day of walking, but at last I got to the top of de spooky mountain. I was hungry; I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, when ma and gramma sent me off to meet Swilbo Swaggins. From the top of de spooky mountain, I could see a little town ‘bout a mile away. So I walked all the way into de town. The first man I saw, I talked to. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Where am I?” I asked him. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Just outside de small town ‘o Hooverville, mighty fine little town, if I don’t say so ma self.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you know where I could get something to eat for dinna?” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well,” he said, “I do know where you could get food, but you will need money.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh, I got some money, but I need to find a place I can get de food.”  After I said this a sly smirk appeared on his face, but it vanished before you could say “2000 Miles”. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“The closest restaurant is ‘bout five mile away, and yoo can’t get dair ‘fore dark. … But de woods around dis ‘ere town have some mighty fine huntin’ game, turkees ‘specially, mighty fine if I don’t say so ma self.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I thought of roastin’ a “mighty fine turkee” over a fire and havin’ ‘nuff food for five days--It ‘twas a pleasant thought. “Well,” I said,  “would ya mind huntin’ with me, and findin’ us a nice big turkee?” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">And so me and the other man went out to find us a “mighty fine turkee”. We searched de woods, followin’ the sounds of turkeys far into de woods. At last, we caught one and cooked it up over a roarin’ fire. It ‘twas really one “mighty fine turkee” if I don’t say so ma self. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We began talkin’ ‘bout things, and he told me his name was Joe, and he was sort’a’ a hobo, since he went ‘round beggin’ on people’s food. He seemed like a nice man, and I thought that he should not be a beggar. I told him of my journey to meet Swilbo Swaggins. It began to get late so I slept using my backpack as a pillow. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I dreamed that Hobo Joe became rich and became “Rich Joe”, the richest man in Hooverville. He made a mansion and named the town Joeville in the dream, a mighty fine town if I don’t say so ma self. I awoke from my dream early the next morning. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“G’mornin’ James,” said he, “I have ben cookin’ up some breakfast. That turkee got mighty cold overnight.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Smells good,” I replied. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We ate some more turkey and I said that I better be going. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, take the turkee with ya, you’ll need it on your journey,” said Joe. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I began to pack the turkey in my backpack. He wished me well on the road, with a smirky chuckle. I thanked him and started on the road. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">When it came time for lunch I unpacked the turkey and then thought about the money I had in there. I searched the backpack. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I shouted with anger, “MY MONEY! ITSA GONE!” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Chapter 3 - Nate Dunn 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I ran fast back down the road. I looked everywhere for hobo joe, but it seemed like he had disappeared. I searched all day long for him, but I just couldn’t find him. I sat in town, thinking of where that lying scoundrel could have ran to. When night fell, I slept and dreamed of me slaying hobo joe with a great and mysterious magical sword! '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The next morning, I started searching through town a little bit more. When I got tired of looking, I sat down alone in an alley way. Everything looked like it was gonna end up bad for me, when suddenly I saw a light come out of a trash can. I screamed with joy and delight, “OH MY WIGGLEY PIGGELY, ITS DE BIG Ol’ SWORD FROM ME DREAMS!!!”  I ran out full of hope to get my money back. I searched everywhere, asked almost everyone I saw, but I still didn’t find Hobo Joe and I lost all hope of finding him again. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:2;text-indent:36pt;">I began walking back to gramma’s house to see my ma and get more money. At the edge of town I looked back and saw the town sign. They changed the name of the town from Hooverville to Joeville. It was just like in my dream! '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I went back in town, motivated to find that thief who left me with nuttin’ but a “mighty fine turkee”. Back in town I saw a huge mansion, but it seemed someone has bought it. Just like in my dream! I thought that it was probably where Rich Joe lives! I stormed into the mansion and pulled out my huge sword, which I had named “Swagcalibur!”  I looked all over the mansion and I found him in his rich person office, you know, the one all rich people have. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I pulled out my “Swagcalibur” and I struck his rich person desk. He looked at me and I looked at him. We suddenly then had a staring contest. I lost though, but then he said to me, “Oh no! You’re the person I stole the money from!”  I asked him how he got this mansion in like 3 days, and he replied, telling me about “witchercraft house builders.”   '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">When he noticed my enchanted wizzer sword, Swagcalibur, he started begging for his life. He said, “Please don’t hurt me! I am just a lowly old hobo man! I don’t deserve this!” He seemed to be sad, so I said, “sorry I caused all this ruckus, just don’t steal again you old hobo!” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As I walked away, I caught him trying to steal my only shirt! He tried ripping it off me, because he was so greedy. I said “Darn you hobo joe I swear next time I will hit you!” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I walked away again, but Joe tried to steal my backpack. I turned around and I said furiously, “DANG NAM IT HOBO JOE ENOUGH  IS ENOUGH!”  I took out my fist, and I punched him so hard he flew over 2000 miles, into the ocean. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I hoped to never see that darn hobo again! I looked around his office and I found a safe. I smashed it open and got back all my money and I hit the road again. My destination was Casper Island. But first, I had to travel through skellington land! '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I walked for a long while. Me and my new Swagcalibur walked over another 200 miles, and ended right in front of the skellington land. I rested a bit for a bit outside of the mountains surrounding skellington land, and I had another one of my crazy dreams. I saw one of these lands native people, the skellingtons. They live in the tribe of the “spooks.”  He was running towards me in a real spooky fashion, but before he got close enough for me to see him clearly, he disappeared and I woke up. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was morning and I ate the last of the turkey I had with me. I walked, for the first time, into skellington land. I climbed up all the way past the trees and hills on the mountain. Finally, I reached the top of the mountain and I looked out. I saw the wide landscape of skellington land. I saw a fog rolling in the distance. It was big and dense. I saw lightning shattering all throughout the fog. It was really spooky and all, and I didn’t want to go through it, but I had to in order to get to Casper Island. I climbed down the mountain and started walking toward the fog. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was dark and I could barely see. I set off miles and miles into it, but it seemed like I was going no where. I looked all around everywhere, and eventually I got lost. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Suddenly, I heard a strange noise. It sounded like it was saying something softly. I followed it into some kind of forest. I ended up at a small hut in the woods. I opened the door, and out then popped a really spooky skellington screaming out loud, “OOGEDY BOOGEDY SWOOGEDY BOO!”  I was real frightened right then. He was so spooky I didn’t know what to do! '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I jumped back and pulled out my sword and said to him, “Spooky skelly, you shall not spook me any longer!”  I tried to chop his head off with the sword, but when I did, his head just moved itself right back on top of his neck. He then used his super sonic spooking rays and probably scared everything over 2000 miles! I was so scared, but then I thought of an idea. I tilted my swagcalibur just right, and he saw his own reflection. He ended up scaring himself! '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He ran away and disappeared. I kept walking and walking until I finally saw some light. In the light, I looked down a hill and saw the coast and a land in the distance. I saw Casper Island! '''

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:underline;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Chapter 4 - Nate Loper 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was the best thing I had seen in weeks. I had walked along that trail almost two weeks, but I was finally within reach of my destination. I had had my money stolen, and was almost scared to death by a spooky skellington, but I was finally here. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I could see a small waterway between the coast I was on and the shore of Casper Island. It was about 5 miles wide. I thought that I could swim there, when I saw a man on the shore with a small rowboat. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hello,” I said, “I see that you have a few boats, there.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes, I do,” replied the man, “and Hello.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I need to get to Casper Island, and so I was wondering if I could use your boat.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’d be glad to give you a ride.”  So I paid the man a few dollars and loaded all my things on the little boat. There were a few waves, but it was mostly calm along the way. We talked as we went along. We told each other our names; his name was Bill Fisher. He was a nice man. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So, why do you need to get to Casper Island?” he asked. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, I was sent to be trained by the great Swilbo Swaggins who is supposed to live on Casper Island.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Suddenly, a small wave jostled the boat, and some of the things moved around. The end of the sword, Swagcalibur, came in view. Ben stared at it for a few seconds. “What is your name?” he asked. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“James Jameson.”  I answered. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He suddenly turned the boat around and began rowing back to the shore. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“HEY, WHERE ARE WE GOING?” I shouted. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Back to shore.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“BUT WHY?” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I have a brother who lives near Joeville. He told me about you. The people there need you, James.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was stunned; I didn’t know what to say. The man rowed me back to shore and the two of us set off back to Joeville. He told me of how Hobo Joe returned to Joeville, and how he brought along some spooky skellingtons. Joe began using the skellingtons to raid people’s houses of their valuable items. He asked me what I had to do with Joe, and I told him the story. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“How did he get back to Joeville so fast?” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, you punched him into the ocean not far from skellington land. He wanted money, and thought that he could give some things to the skellingtons if they came and helped him get money.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We walked along a trail that went about 20 miles into Skellingtown, the main city of Skellington Land. When I entered, a strange skelly man came up to me. He said, “I see something in you child! You have the sight of night! Have you been seeing things when you sleep?” I then stabbed the man for giving the easiest foreshadow ever. That stupid idiot. '''

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