Chapter 8
Arthur left the barbershop walking with his head held high, looking proud. Fenchurch looked at him and at once understood why, he was hot! He caught her staring and she quickly looked away pretending to be fascinated in her ever so interesting shoelaces.
Arthur approached Fenchurch, "Hey Fenchurch."
"Hello again Mr. Dent, will you guide us to Islington now?"
"Sure, whatever, you did save my life." Ford joined them as they began to board a boat, so did Gag Halfront. "Hey, what's he doing here? He wanted me dead!" exclaimed Arthur."
"I'm just zis guy, you know?" said Gag Halfront, which confuses everyone since it has nothing to do with anything that anyone is talking about.
Together they all board the boat and Ford plays a game of poker with some Americans who are on board and got drunk. "Why're yall on this here boatie?" stammered Ford.
"We're going to Islington, "stated one of them.
"Oh? Too we!" yelped Ford."
"Yeah, well we'll get there first, we have with us someone who's actually been there."
Ford was about to say that they did too, well, those words in some order but he realized the Arthur was standing behind him and merely let some spit roll down his chin as he got a royal flush.
Arthur turned to the Americans and said in a cold tone, "I'm willing to bet you that our group will get there first."
"You're on!" exclaimed the American, taking another sip of his beer.
Arthur knew that something was wrong, who could be leading these Americans? He saw a shadow move and quietly walked to where we saw someone familiar. "Well, well, if it isn't the coward himself, helping these Americans. Americans don't even like tea."
"Who me? Okay, yeah, but I'm not a coward, I'm just depressed," replied Marvin.
"Well, I never lose a bet," snapped Arthur as he threw Marvin overboard.
A little later, Arthur and Fenchurch were sitting alone on the deck since they were the only people still awake. They were sitting in a silence that Fenchurch would soon break.
"Mr. Dent, why did you kiss me?"
"Well, I was hungry and you had some crumbs near your mouth. I had nothing to lose."
"OOO!" squealed Fenchurch, who stormed off to her cabin.
"What did I say?"
Arthur left the barbershop walking with his head held high, looking proud. Fenchurch looked at him and at once understood why, he was hot! He caught her staring and she quickly looked away pretending to be fascinated in her ever so interesting shoelaces.
Arthur approached Fenchurch, "Hey Fenchurch."
"Hello again Mr. Dent, will you guide us to Islington now?"
"Sure, whatever, you did save my life." Ford joined them as they began to board a boat, so did Gag Halfront. "Hey, what's he doing here? He wanted me dead!" exclaimed Arthur."
"I'm just zis guy, you know?" said Gag Halfront, which confuses everyone since it has nothing to do with anything that anyone is talking about.
Together they all board the boat and Ford plays a game of poker with some Americans who are on board and got drunk. "Why're yall on this here boatie?" stammered Ford.
"We're going to Islington, "stated one of them.
"Oh? Too we!" yelped Ford."
"Yeah, well we'll get there first, we have with us someone who's actually been there."
Ford was about to say that they did too, well, those words in some order but he realized the Arthur was standing behind him and merely let some spit roll down his chin as he got a royal flush.
Arthur turned to the Americans and said in a cold tone, "I'm willing to bet you that our group will get there first."
"You're on!" exclaimed the American, taking another sip of his beer.
Arthur knew that something was wrong, who could be leading these Americans? He saw a shadow move and quietly walked to where we saw someone familiar. "Well, well, if it isn't the coward himself, helping these Americans. Americans don't even like tea."
"Who me? Okay, yeah, but I'm not a coward, I'm just depressed," replied Marvin.
"Well, I never lose a bet," snapped Arthur as he threw Marvin overboard.
A little later, Arthur and Fenchurch were sitting alone on the deck since they were the only people still awake. They were sitting in a silence that Fenchurch would soon break.
"Mr. Dent, why did you kiss me?"
"Well, I was hungry and you had some crumbs near your mouth. I had nothing to lose."
"OOO!" squealed Fenchurch, who stormed off to her cabin.
"What did I say?"