08:15, Sunday June 16th, Swamp, Serenity, Cajun Town, Seattle

Magwen nods. “We can keep the production low if you like. That would let us expand slowly and get things right.” As the other boats begin to follow them, she nods at Cynthia’s question. “Yes, Miss. You and your fellow owners are something unusual and there is a lot of interest in you. I imagine that the men in the boats do not want to miss out on anything. Remember, we have not had an owner here for a long time. We should be at the village in a few minutes, now, provided Peter does not ram us into one of these trees.”

The last comment gets a chuckle from Peter as he expertly guides the boat past trees that appear to be getting larger and closer together, sometimes almost seeming to form a wall in front except for a narrow channel of water.

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