So there I was, gathering treasures at the bottom of a lake. When I surfaced, a good Samaritan of an Egyptian stopped to picked my sorry ass out of the water. I borrowed his boat so that I could get to my destination quicker. The boatman graciously let me take over and sat down near the helm.

Then a giant boat came out of nowhere and knocked him out of his own damn boat. I saw him swimming, but the boat that hit us kept driving him back. I was worried he was going to drown or get ground up, so I leapt into the water.

I couldn't find him, so I figured he had drowned. I swam towards the shore and realized the boatman was swimming about ten meters ahead of me. He was alive!

So I swam over toward him.

Then a crocodile slithered from the beach and ate him.

I didn't make it in time.

So I slaughtered the crocodile and stole its skin in loving memory for the poor boatman.

Amen.