First To The Doubloons
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The river slows and branches repeatedly, creating myriad tiny islets. You take the tiller of your boat, paying attention to the thick scum sticking to the keel and to the eddies by the banks. Branches lean out to the water, creating tunnels hidden like eels in clay. Rallying your hopes, the ebb of the waterline reveals a dull shadow! Looking closer, however, reveals a pair of intelligent eyes staring right back at you... "No need to push my bad luck", you say, emitting a sigh of disgust.