One foggy morning Mogey and Smush awoke early, grabbed their rucksacks and the rest of their seafaring gear, and made the long walk down to the docks. They were about to embark on a four month voyage to the Pretty Good Banks aboard the schooner Ollie Oxen III. In exchange for food and passage, the Ollie Oxen III would get half of their catch.
It was three days' sail before they reached the Pretty Good Banks, and every last sailor was raring to go by the time they got there. No sooner had the schooner dropped anchor than the seafarers set about opening their tackle boxes and sorting their gear.
Mogey and Smush were among the first to be ready. They pulled on their snorkels and flippers, grabbed their kelp clippers and jumped over the side.
"Great balls of meat!" Mogey exclaimed as he pulled himself back on deck nanoseconds later. "That's the coldest water I've ever felt!"
"No kidding," a sopping-wet Smush replied, pulling himself up beside his friend. "Say, pal," he said, turning to an old salt nearby, "how do you harvest seaweed when the water's this cold?"
"This here's cod-fishing season," the old salt grumbled. "You'd catch your death trying to gather seaweed in there."
"Mogey, please tell me you brought some fishing lines," Smush said hopefully.
"This is going to be a long four months," Mogey replied.
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