Midnight Snack

He holds his hook out for me to get on, then immediately switches hands.
He pulls me up and asks, "What happened here, boy?"
"I actually don't know." I reply.
"Well you ain't safe down there." He warns. "That be infested by sharks."
Good to know.
"Can you take me to that island?"
"What do you need salt for?"
"What?"
"That be a salt shaker factory, boy."
Maybe I could get some information on where I am and how to get home.
"Take me there."
"There be a fare, boy."
I empty my pockets and have $3.00.
"Is three dollars good?"
"It's good, boy."
The man sails me to the salt shaker factory, and I come across the largest door I've ever seen.
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