Muck, the book. Day 4

Day Four

Fred woke up feeling… surprisingly alive. Which, given his recent track record, was nothing short of a miracle. He checked his bag. His weapons now consisted of: the Night Blade, a Chunky Hammer, and the almighty Rock of Destiny. As far as food went he had: Bread, Meat Soup, and an unreasonable amount of Mushrooms. And his personal loot: Obamium, Coins, and Wood (because somehow, he always had Wood). And most importantly—his map. Tracing his finger over the crumpled parchment, he saw that he was so close to the boat. If he pushed forward, he could reach it before nightfall.

"Alright," he said, stuffing an entire loaf of Bread into his mouth. "Let's get this over with."

After an hour of hiking through the wilderness, something odd happened. Fred stumbled upon a campfire, still burning. Nearby, a pot of Soup bubbled away, the smell of freshly cooked Bean Soup filling the air. He looked around. No villagers. No Daves. No Gobblins. Just an abandoned camp with free food. Now, Fred wasn’t the smartest man, but he had learned an important survival lesson: "If something seems too good to be true, it probably wants to kill you."

But then again… it was free food. Shrugging, he picked up the Bean Soup and slurped it down. It was delicious.

Then, from the treetops, a voice growled: "HE ATE THE BEANS."

Fred’s eyes widened. "Uh-oh."

The bushes rustled. The trees shook. And then—out of nowhere—an army of Gobblins burst from the shadows, weapons raised, eyes burning with rage.

Fred wiped his mouth. "Guys… this isn’t what it looks like."

"HE ATE THE BEANS!!" the Gobblins screeched in unison.

Fred bolted. The chase of the century had begun.

Through rivers, over hills, dodging trees like a professional Muck Parkour Champion, he ran for his life as the Gobblin army screamed behind him. And then, just when Fred thought he was done for—he saw it. A massive ship, broken and abandoned, sat on the shore. It was beautiful. But Fred had no time to admire it—because the Gobblins were still chasing him. Thinking fast, he climbed onto the deck, grabbed the nearest Cannonball, and—without hesitation— hurled it at the incoming horde.

BOOM!

Gobblins went flying. Some landed in trees. Others ragdolled into the water. The rest decided Fred wasn't worth the trouble and retreated, still grumbling about their stolen beans.

Panting, Fred collapsed onto the deck. He had finally made it. He was one step closer to escape. But as he looked around at the damaged ship, a sinking realisation hit him.

"Oh great… now I have to fix this thing."