The three swam toward the closest body of land they could see. Once they had managed to drag themselves onto a beach, they collapsed on the sand.
Ian mumbled "I think I should teach you both to fence. If you are going to be professional about all this piracy, that would be a good place to start." With great effort he rolled into a sitting position and pulled out his camping travel kit, which looked like an ordinary wallet.
Jane and Ellen watched as closely as they could, but were not able to discover the contents of this wallet, or how it worked.
Suddenly, Ian had whiffed up a fire, inflated a large, partitioned tent, and unfolded some camp chairs.
"Oh my gracious! How nice!" said Ellen. "If only we had marshmallows, or something to eat."
Jane, squirming, pulled out a squished package from her inside-jacket-pocket. "Err...well, it looks like one giant marshmallow now...but maybe we could reshape them?"
"Oh, fantastic." They found some skewer-like sticks and began toasting mis-shapen marshmallows.
"Jane, you are always so prepared!"
"Hey, what about me?" said Ian.
"Well, no, you aren't prepared--ou do magic! It's amazing!"
"OK, then," Ian said, with an authoritative tone, "I am going to start both of your training tomorrow. You had better get a good night of sleep!"
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