CHAPTER VI: FISHIN IS WHAT FISHIN DOES

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It was three years since I last saw flaymay, me and Hay did this thing they call reprodutiating. But she was gettin sick, we built a house on this small peice of not water ground that I called Verd land. I made a promise to flaymay that If I ever left the naval, I would open a fishin shack. And that I did; It became the best fishin shack in all the land, and an ol friend came to help me. After hearin what I did to the rats; captain hops came to help me with fishin. But as the days came, the house n the money from the fishin was not enough; she died one week after my son which I called Verd son was brung into this world by the angle herself.

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