Johnny looked down at his feet. No change yet.
Ezekial Flint looked down at his feet. No change yet.
"Ok, when is this gonna work, brother?" Johnny asked.
"It will." Ezekial FLint said. "I know what I'm doing. We'll be feeling fishy soon enough. Trust me."
Johnny just stared speechlessly, as Ezekial Flint grinned. "Besides," he said, "When will you ever get a chance to do this again?" he raises his hand slowly towards him before unceremoniously dropping it down. Johnny Fishernon drops to the floor in the same instant, seemingly dropping through the deck, leaving only his empty clothes, like some kind of stage show trick. Ezekial reached into the empty pile and with great finesse lifts a large greyish silver salmon fish from the clothing. But the greyish silver salmon fish had chestnut brown hair, and a beard, like Johnny had.
"IT worked!" Ezekial said. He tossed salmon johnny into the water.
The fish that was Johnny Fishernon watched, as SUDDENLY, EZEKIAL SEEMED TO LEAP INTO THE AIR, AND With a flash, a large dark-greyish silver salmon fish, with Ezekial's hair and beard seemed to leap from the boat, his clothes and hat falling onto the deck as it happened.
the fish that was Ezekial Flint jumped into the water, surprising Johnny.
"Wow!" Johnny said. "We're both fish now!"