There is a distant place, where the devil stands just beneath the surface of the sea.
He keeps the water mirror-smooth, inviting you to cross.
Don't be fooled.
Not for one minute.
For when a boat tries to pass, wild with anger and unable to contain his frustration, he starts frantically leaping about.
He flings his tail in furious loops with one hand and spirals his pitchfork with the other.
Venomous bubbles vent from his twisted mouth and boil to the surface. Gimlet eyes cast spikes of foam to jump into the air. Waves crash into each other in their confusion.
The devil wants that boat, and all who sail in her.
And he wants them now.
NOW!
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