“They’re majicked!” Lemmy whispered spellbound as he eyed the oranges flashing in the air while the coin remained apparently affixed to the Cap’n’s nose.
His eyes grew wider yet when suddenly the Cap’n ended his performance by gathering in oranges and coin with one grand sweep, not dropping a thing.
“Now hold your hands,” the Cap’n invited.
Before Lemmy could say Jack Robinson, there right in his own hands was one of the magician’s golden balls.
“Shiver my timbers, did you never see an orange before?” the Cap’n cried as he watched Lemmy’s face.
“Not a Majishun’s orange,” Lemmy answered, fingering his treasure reverently.
“Taste it, young ’un—”
“O-oh, I couldn’t!” Lemmy’s voice carried agony.
“The Cap’n’s orders. Eat it and you get another.”
Still Lemmy hesitated.