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"
And
without
incident
,
thank
the
gods
,
"
sighed
the
skipper
.
"
Ha
,
Geralt
,
I
see
this
is
going
to
be
another
peaceful
trip
.
Any
moment
now
the
mist
is
going
to
clear
and
when
the
sun
peeps
through
,
the
fear
is
over
.
The
monster
wo
n't
show
itself
in
the
sunlight
.
"
"
That
wo
n't
worry
me
in
the
least
.
"
"
So
I
should
think
.
"
Boatbug
smiled
wryly
.
"
The
company
pays
you
by
the
trip
.
Regardless
whether
something
happens
or
not
a
penny
falls
into
your
pouch
,
does
n't
it
?
"
"
You
ask
as
if
you
did
n't
know
.
What
is
this
envy
talking
?
That
I
earn
money
standing
leaning
against
the
side
,
watching
the
lapwings
?
And
what
do
you
get
paid
for
?
The
same
thing
.
For
being
on
board
.
When
everything
is
going
smoothly
you
have
n't
got
anything
to
do
.
You
stroll
from
prow
to
stern
,
grinning
at
the
women
or
trying
to
entice
merchants
to
have
a
drink
.
I
've
been
hired
to
be
on
board
too
.
Just
in
case
.
The
transport
is
safe
because
a
witcher
is
on
board
.
The
cost
of
the
witcher
is
included
in
the
price
of
the
trip
,
right
?
"
"
Well
,
that
certainly
is
true
,
"
sighed
the
skipper
.
"
The
company
wo
n't
lose
out
.
I
know
them
well
.
This
is
the
fifth
year
I
sail
the
Delta
for
them
from
Foam
to
Novigrad
,
from
Novigrad
to
Foam
.
Well
,
to
work
,
witcher
,
sir
.
You
go
on
leaning
against
the
side
and
I
'll
go
for
a
stroll
from
prow
to
stern
.
"
The
mist
thinned
a
little
.
Geralt
extracted
another
letter
from
his
bag
,
one
he
had
recently
received
from
a
strange
courier
.
He
had
already
read
it
about
thirty
times
.
Dear
friend
...
The
witcher
swore
quietly
,
looking
at
the
sharp
,
angular
,
even
runes
drawn
with
energetic
sweeps
of
the
pen
,
faultlessly
reflecting
the
author
's
mood
.
He
felt
once
again
the
desire
to
try
to
bite
his
own
backside
in
fury
.
When
he
was
writing
to
the
enchantress
a
month
ago
he
had
spent
two
nights
in
a
row
contemplating
how
best
to
begin
.
Finally
,
he
had
decided
on
"
Dear
friend
'
.
Now
he
had
his
just
deserts
.
