I mourned the loss of the disguise that had become my identity, but I decided not to let it affect my morale. I would have plenty of time to learn female finesse after our quest. I needed the attention off of me for a bit, so I explained the art of "noodling" to the gnome. This involves finding a good size hole under the water, sticking your arm in, and hoping a catfish mistakes you for a snack. The gnome took off with his usual simpleton excitement and dove in the water.
He must have forgotten the final part of the instruction, as he attacked the hole with the lance I'd fashioned for him from the marlin's skull. His incredible strength struck through the few remaining roots of a dead tree. The tree groaned and fell across our fire. Luckily we all managed to get out of the way. The dead tree went up in flames, creating a beacon for all who would pursue us.
We devised a plan to douse the blaze by running the propeller and roping off the sub. This works, mostly, the smoldering wood creates thick smoke that is almost worse. I should have known better. We load up, cut the line, and put as much distance between ourselves and the smoke as possible.
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