I like Mister Spirit. I’m starting to discover that this can have pernicious effects for a character, though.
The spirit was still chewing that smoldering plug of tobacco, too. Slowly, just like somebody trying to savor a treat. “Yeah,” Mister Spirit said. “We gotta talk.”
“Sure thing,” Mike said, and found a reasonably flat bit of rubble to sit on. He briefly wished for a smoke, but the spirit was currently chewing most of his tobacco. “What can I do you for?”
“You ain’t gonna get close enough to that devil-fish water thing,” said Mister Spirit. “You ain’t strong enough. Not even that big green gal. It’ll suck you in, pull you up, and then it’s chomp-chomp!” The spirit snapped its mouth open and shut a few times. It didn’t seem to have bothered with teeth, but those jaws looked pretty strong to Jim. “I don’t mean nothing by it,” continued the spirit. “Just sayin’, that’s all. You get me?”
“I get you,” replied Mike. “But one of us has got to try anyway. I got all these people to look out for, and getting chomped’s part of the job. But I think you have an idea?”
“Yeah,” said Mister Spirit. “I ain’t afraid of no devil-fish, no Hellfair. Water tries to put me out, I float on it and keep burning. Fish tries to bite me, there’s gonna be a big fry-up. I can light your big bomb, Captain Ranger.”