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Kalmar: There’s no bridge!

"There's a fairy-tale bridge," they said.

"No there isn't," I said!

But nobody listens to Podo!

Nobody thinks an old pirate knows a thing about anything,

do they?

Well, perhaps we’ve overlooked or--

or missed something?!?

The only thing you missed

is that I know more about getting out of scrapes

than you ever learned from a dusty old book!

But I've read Gronky McStewbin's

"Getting Out of Scrapes" a hundred times--

ENOUGH!

Papa!

Leeli: Steady, Nugget.

What do we do now, papa?

We stand and fight.

If something terrible happens

and us old codgers don’t make it through this,

then you kids stay together, ya hear?

Fight with yer teeth if you have to,

but stay together.

I don’t know what old Gnag has planned for you,

but just trust the Maker and...

and do like your father would have you do.

Do like me and yer ma would have you do.

Don’t just follow your heart.

Your heart will betray you.

Now ready yer weapons.

Oskar: Helloooooo trolly boys!

TOO-HOOO! TOOOO-HOO!

TOO-HOO!

TOO-HOOOO!

[Froom mumbling]

TOO-HOO!

Froom: Sting-y!

Churly: Go away!

As Jimpy Jopson wrote,

“That bit of hoppery has bought us a wee respite.

Now what?”

Not sure if yer a genius or a fool, Reteep,

but that was a captain’s ration o’ grit.

Oh, just a frolic, really.

Podo: Now we might just be able t’ slip along this shoreline

to the South an’ double-back on the Fangs...

Janner: Tink!

Get back from the edge!!!

Nia: No!

TINK!

Huh?

What?

I found steps!

At least they kinda look like steps...

Perhaps these steps lead to the bridge!

Podo: You go!

It’s better than staying here and waiting for those trolls!

At the very least, it’ll be a place to hide.

Don't be afraid.

Oh, dear!

Kalmar: Here!

I found two more steps!

Podo: I can do this all day!

Froom: Pull 'em out.

And what if I send a hundred fangs after you?

Ouch!

Podo: I’ll turn every one of them to sawdust!

On these slippery stones?

With a pegleg?

We don’t have to fight you.

Just bump you.

A little nudge, and down you’ll go.

Into the Dark Sea.

And what about the children?

What about them?!

Khrak: Rushing down slippery cliffs.

There’s only one way this path ends...

..All of you plunging over the edge,

sinking into the deep...

That’s better than bein’ mauled by you lot o’ filthy lizards!

Ha! Mauled?

My archers could have easily cut you down at the gully.

My goal was always to bring you back...alive.

Surrender, and sleep in a soft bed tonight.

Run, and you’ll surely die a watery death.

But not by my hand.

The drowning of your family will be your own doing!

Kalmar: The steps just end here!

I don’t see any bridge.

Why would someone build stairs to nowhere?

But I read about the ancient Fingap bridge

in Wardle’s Word-Of-Mouth Encyclopedia!

It was in a book!

I see something!

LOOK!

There is a bridge...

I want to laugh and yell.

But I think I’ll just cry.

Khrak: You fazzle-brained oafs!

Quit tossing rocks!

Climb down and grab them!

Khrak: Gnag wants them alive!

How do we cross over?

One at a time.

Nugget! Come!

Hurry!

-Here Nugget! -Jump, boy!

You first, Mister Reteep.

Nonsense.

You’re the Jewels of Anniera.

I’ll only go first after you.

-Go, Nugget! Get Oskar!

Here, very big doggie!

Haste would not be unwelcome!

Yes! Get him.

Lay down, Nugget!

Hmm...

The bridge...

It’s real?

-Now git!-

No!

NO! NO! NO! NO!

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

What are ya'll staring at?

RUN!

What’s the plan?

Janner. Tink. Take a knee.

Nock some arrows.

You want the boys to stand and fight?

No, dear.

If it comes to that,

I’ll be the only one doing the standing and the fighting.

Get Leeli safe across and be ready with your blade

when we come running.

Keep them safe, papa.

Safe ain’t a word I’d use for any of this, lass.

Now hurry!

All: Yeah!

Okay, boys! Bows ready!

Shoot!

-Got one!

-Two!

That’s two, Grandpa.

A full day’s work afore breakfast!

Don’t over-think it, son.

Just--

Yeah well...

Maybe think it over a little more.

-Three in a row!

Ah! Kalmar Fangbane, they’ll call ya!

No poke! No poke!

Big jump!

Janner: Here. Take mine.

There’s one on the left.

Behind that rock!

On the right now!

Eight outta nine, Grandpa!

Look! They’re running away!

-Whoo! -Alright!

Podo: Run!

Arrows won’t do any good!

Smash ‘em!

Snap ‘em bones!

Fang Soldier: Forward!

Kalmar: Whoa!

Nugget! No!

Let him go, sweetie!

Your brothers need him now!

Please fall. Please fall.

Come on you monster!

Take another step!

Jump up and down.

Grind ‘em bones!

Gimme your sword, boy.

Now you be a good man.

And lead this family to safety like I know you can.

Smash!

Now go!

Podo: GO!

And never stop fighting for them! Hear?

Kalmar: Whoa!

Stay down, you stenchy beast.

NUGGET!

Nugget!

Nugget.

Cease fire!

They’re getting away!

To where?

Dugtown?

I own Dugtown.

I’ve just been thinking

of how all the old legends must have begun as ordinary days.

Things that simply unfolded as someone went along.

It was only afterward, once it was done,

that it became--

in the words of Angard the Scribe--

“more obvious.”

What I mean to say is,

if I survive these times perhaps it will be my lot

to scribe what I’ve witnessed today.

A tale of legends come to life.

A king in exile.

The flight of the Jewels.

The mighty stand of Podo, Kalmar and Janner

at the Battle of Miller’s Bridge.

Don’t forget Nugget.

Of course, dear.

Nugget would merit his own song.

His own epic!

The mighty Nugget whose bark shook the trees.

Who gave his life to save the song maiden,

Leeli Wingfeather.

To save them all!

No, we shall not soon forget our brave Nugget...

Nugget!

Huh?

Keep playing.

He is near you, young ones.

Beware.

He destroys what he touches and seeks the young ones

to use them for his own ends.

We have been watching, waiting for him.

He sailed across the sea, and he is near you, child.

—Janner.

Janner. Can you hear me?

He’s here!

Close.

Who?

Gnag the Nameless!