"T U R T L E Power," Tracy hummed to herself, as she swam in the river. "Hero in a halfshell.... something something"
"Mind your shell," said a voice.
Tracy looked, and saw how close she was to a "fishing" boat. "Sorry. Got a song stuck in my head."
"Know the feeling," said the boat captain. "Got one of those pirate songs stuck in my head. That 'Shiver My Timbers' one, the one with 'Dead men tell no tales' and that sort of nonsense. Kind of stupid. I mean, if dead men told no tales, then how come there's undead who like to talk the time away?"
"So, what are you hauling this time?" Tracy asked.
"Stripers, on ice," the captain said.
"Really?" Tracy asked. "Mind letting me come aboard?"
"What for?" the captain asked.
Tracy showed her Guard amulet. "Just doing my duty."
"Ah," the captain said. "Understood." He turned his head. "Lower a ladder for the Inspector!"
A ladder was lowered, and Tracy climbed up it. "Thank you for your cooperation."
"Sure thing," the captain said. "Pays to help the River Patrol."
"Your cargo?" Tracy asked.
"This way," the captain said.
Soon enough, Tracy was in the hold, with the captain, looking at the striped fish, which were all on ice. Tracy looked at the captain. "Alright, now that we're out of earshot of the rest of the harbor, what's the real cargo?"
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