Boating through a glacial calving field in the dead of night was dangerous, but that was the best time to catch icewater anchovies, and Mogey and Smush loved icewater anchovies.
Still, it was stressful. One moonless night, Smush stood at the helm of the McFish while Mogey served as a spotter. This was a controversial assignment for Mogey, who was supposed to scan the water for obstacles, but often got distracted scanning for icewater anchovies instead.
"Berg!" Mogey shouted, sending his pal into a panic. "Berg! Dead ahead!"
"Where?" Smush exclaimed. "I can't see it!" The McFish swerved as he struggled to regain control while staring into the night.
"Just there!" Mogey pointed, but all Smush could see was another anchovy skiff like the McFish.
"Is it behind the skiff?" Smush asked.
"It is the skiff," Mogey rejoined. "Ahoy!" he hailed the other vessel as it drew near.
"The skiff is an iceberg?" Smush demanded.
"No, not iceberg," Mogey said with a roll of the eyes, "it's my buddy, Berg van der Berg."
A tall fellow in a viking helmet emerged from the other boat's cabin. He wore a black t-shirt that read simply: BERG. "Ahoy yourself!" Berg stated. "How are those anchovies biting?"
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