"Our attempts were much better," Autor says, cheerfully smug.
The ship sails on to the night, and Inigo keeps looking backward. "You're sure no one's following us?" he asks Vizzini.
"That would be inconceivable," Vizzini says.
Buttercup glares at Vizzini. "You will be caught and when you are, the prince will see you all hanged."
"Of all the necks on this boat, highness, the one you should be worried about is your own," Vizzini says, shutting her up.
Inigo looks back again, which causes Vizzini to chide him. Inigo remains firm. "For some reason, I just happened to look behind us and something is there."
Vizzini leaps to his feet, and spots a ship with a white sail.
"Probably some local fisherman out for a pleasure cruise at night... through eel-infested waters," Vizzini rationalizes.
"Right," Autor says, squinting at the screen. "Just a local fisherman."
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Date: 2015-11-08 07:02 am (UTC)The ship sails on to the night, and Inigo keeps looking backward. "You're sure no one's following us?" he asks Vizzini.
"That would be inconceivable," Vizzini says.
Buttercup glares at Vizzini. "You will be caught and when you are, the prince will see you all hanged."
"Of all the necks on this boat, highness, the one you should be worried about is your own," Vizzini says, shutting her up.
Inigo looks back again, which causes Vizzini to chide him. Inigo remains firm. "For some reason, I just happened to look behind us and something is there."
Vizzini leaps to his feet, and spots a ship with a white sail.
"Probably some local fisherman out for a pleasure cruise at night... through eel-infested waters," Vizzini rationalizes.
"Right," Autor says, squinting at the screen. "Just a local fisherman."