Adventure Time

“A ship of the dead following the Path of Shadows to the Elder gods?” Varan repeated. “A million things could go sideways. I’m in!” It of course didn’t hurt that it was the direction Olin was going, either.

Elder gods had to be much more impressive than sappling gods - though she’d never met any of the latter either, if there was such a thing. The ship was old and smelled like damp rotted wood, kind of like the underside of a tree which long since had fallen in the forest. A black slime oozed from between the joints, and the ship creaked and groaned as if the very act of staying afloat were painful for it.

What could possibly go wrong, she wondered with genuine curiosity and excitement as she clamored aboard the rickety ship. What could possibly go wrong.