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I lit a fire in his stomach and then proceded to line a peice of twine

around his inside and then back out again,

He'll make a fine makeshift lantern for me to navigate

this wretched river, Styx,

There are four of us in all,

I, myself, whose name is not yet important

My boat which I fashioned out of the carcass of a dead elephant,

who was gracious enough to be my vessal, Lyle

When I met him on the shores he was

just watching the hellish volcanos erupt over and over,

and he himself was lost with nowhere to go,

but when I told him of my mission he agreed it was time to leave,

The one mentioned previously, Henry, my fleshy man-lantern,

was gracious enough to "volunteer" after I saved him

from a pack of vicious soul eating Stalklamite*

If you're still curious as to my fourth member,

My map is one part papyrus, One part mammal

It lives, breathes, and can even speak if you know any good

stories about trade routes or pirate tales,

I call him Manuel, and he only shows the way for me,

He was a gift from my mentor before he passed

and he has been irreplacable in his tasks.

I have been tasked to travel in search of something dark

Something without the knowledge of goodness

or sympathy, or understanding,

A being who since birth took no cues or had no

upbringing that would give rise to his malicious nature,

He, or it rather, is just this way purely by instinct,

His business is a dark one, as is the heart that pumps

pure ice into his fiery extremities,

I can hear Henry huffing and puffing,

"Gyahhh, how much longer will this go on? I'm getting hungry"

"Shut up, please", I respond so as to ascertain my leadership role,

 Henry starts singing as loud as he can,

"ROW ROW ROW YOUR CORPSE

THROUGH THIS HELLISH PLACE!

AND IF THE RIVER STYX

FLOATS TOO THICK

WE CAN ALL LAY TO WASTE!"

It echos out into the deep red wastelands and

black abyss' of the night,

With what is out there I can't stand to have this continue,

I take up my staff and give Henry a love tap on the skull with it

"What am I to do if you attract attention? Have you any idea

what will be your fate when the sinkers come?

This river is chocked full of people not near

as nimble nor as smart as I."

Henry has a look like he's solving a math problem,

while simultaneous picking his nose

"Huh, never really thought of that, I was just bored I guess"

I keep rowing Lyle, Henry settles down,

and Manuel is asking me about spices from

East Asia and I suppose this is going to be my life for the next

however many years,

My task is not an easy one