Swashbucklin'!, Thursday

[doesnotkneel]

Students entering the Danger Shop wouldn't find much of a teacher.

In fact, as soon as the door slammed shut behind them, they were on an island.

With a single palm tree.

And a raft made of some flotsam.

Huh.

[[ wait for the ocd ]]

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Get to Safety

[doesnotkneel]

Whatever you do, at the end of the line, you'll find the door leading out of the Danger Shop about ten minutes' sailing or half an hour's paddling away. There's a bit of beach front surrounding it.

Ed is sitting on it, legs outstretched, sipping something from a straw portruding from a coconut.

He has no regrets.