Ben Hansen
And so they looked at their tickets. It said that they had to be on the end of Pier 9 at the harbour in a week's time.
Their packing and preparation took a lot less narrative than usual, because I can't be stuffed. But eventually the day came, and they, along with an unspecified but large number of other people, boarded their boat.
"Now, to get ourselves into a poker game," Ben said, gleefully rubbing his hands together.
"Yes, but which?" Hugh asked.
"The one Grace is in, of course."
"What does Grace look like?"
"Ummm..."
And so, they stumbled upon the first of many obstacles.
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