Neville the Less

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  In not very much more time at all, a light began to make itself known on the horizon. It grew steadily and, at first, faintly cheered the voyagers, promising as it did an end to the journey. On the other hand, however, it was dim, orange and forbidding, revealing little more than the bleak outline of Shoomba’s castle, crouching coldly over the jumble of detritus that swarmed its concrete apron. They drew as near as they dared and Neville let out the anchor. It caught, the Lightning Bug swung lightly to a halt and the three adventurers, with many a nervous glance, slipped silently over the side.