As cast members stacked each boat semi-full (each traveler assigned their own row), the boat rocked back and forth, but never gave the illusion of capsizing. As the pontoon boats embarked, a dim-lit dining room in the distance, to the right, gave guests the illusion of spying on the rich from a river. Fireflies on strings and the sounds of crickets and frogs filled the air, before the boats arrived at the portal--"Sh! Avast there, matey! It be too late to alter course now!"
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