@BoneyM : a little treat for you
A Crate of Repeaters
"A crate full of Repeaters?" the sailor asked. Though they only sailed rivers, no one had dared called them otherwise. "I haven't seen one myself yet! A whole crate of 'em! Let's take a look!"
Though less enthusiastic, the navigator (yes, navigators were needed even when just sailing down a river, and explaining why every time he was asked what he did for a living was torture) had to admit that his friend's enthusiasm was rather contagious. "Sure, I guess. Why not?"
With a slight heave, the top of the crate was lifted off. And before them was...well, a memorable sight, no doubt.
"Ah! Too much light-light! Crate not meant to be opened yet, no-no!" exclaimed one.
"Man-things too hasty; the light burns-burns!" shouted another, seemingly in pain.
"Stupid man-things, you supposed to open crate-crate only when bandit-thieves attack! Close the crate-crate back up, yes-yes!"
...
The sailor gently closed the crate back up. He looked at the navigator. The navigator looked at him.
"A whole crate of 'em," the sailor said, now with considerably less enthusiasm.
"Not what I expected, either," the navigator responded, conciliatory. "But if we get waylaid by any bandits, I suppose they'll come in handy."
"Yeah, I suppose," the sailor agreed with a sigh.