DOWN AT THE DOCKS OF TOKYO

MCGURK: For seven centuries-old gods carrying two sumo wrestlers, they move pretty fast. I have to rest a second.

SOLOMON: I'd add that for seven centuries-old gods, they looked a lot like CRUST agents wearing deity costumes. I recognized at least two of them from mug shots. But where could they be? We tailed them here, and they just disappeared.

MCGURK: All I know is that I have to work out more. Hey, what's that glow coming from behind those crates? Don't EVEN tell me...

SOLOMON: A ghost ship! And it's sailing off with the sumo wrestlers! Well, that's just great: and us without a boat. I could swim, but I can't leave you here. What do we do now — place an ad? "FFFBI agents seek boat. Must be fake-ghost-proof."

MCGURK: An ad! That's it! I just realized where I heard of the takarabune ghost ship before.