Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Deja View - Blood Island
Special note from Terrence L. Rathbone
Well, this is an interesting development! It seems the Captain has decided he had better apprise me of an unfortunate miscalculation with Witch Doctors.
I was pulled out first, taken aside by the Captain and told the whole disconcerting story. The Captain confessed that he had slipped us all what he thought was Ponce De Leon's elixer of eternal youth which was unfortunately not entirely stable. We had all attributed our perky disposition and more "tuned up" appearance to the influx of good food after a long haul of nothing but Haggis rehash. We'd wake up feeling exuberant and refreshed, wonder where the Captain was, and go on about enjoying the time without him there making us do his bidding and editing his terrible poetry.
That's where the fun stops. The Captain has the entire crew running in a twenty four hour time loop to prevent the elixer from becoming unstable in them. In the meantime he would pop out the occasional poem and has been otherwise engaged using the small time machine to flit about attempting to find a Witch Doctor with the right potion to stabilize Ponce DeLeon's Water of Eternal Youth.
The Captain began to describe the possibilities of what might occur if he cannot find the right medicine. So of course he has hastened to incorporate me into his plot and expects me to help him clean up a very abnormal predicament.

In order to save EVERYONE on this ship from an uncertain fate we must go to Blood Island to cut a deal with Witch Doctors that the Captain may or may not have cheated at one point!
I hope they will give us the appropriate antidote before we all wither and die of premature old age, age in reverse until we are back in diapers, turn into a terrible monster, or dissolve into puddles of human goo (just a few of the more pleasant reactions that were possible if the formula is not found in time) .
Terrence L. Rathbone
Well, this is an interesting development! It seems the Captain has decided he had better apprise me of an unfortunate miscalculation with Witch Doctors.
I was pulled out first, taken aside by the Captain and told the whole disconcerting story. The Captain confessed that he had slipped us all what he thought was Ponce De Leon's elixer of eternal youth which was unfortunately not entirely stable. We had all attributed our perky disposition and more "tuned up" appearance to the influx of good food after a long haul of nothing but Haggis rehash. We'd wake up feeling exuberant and refreshed, wonder where the Captain was, and go on about enjoying the time without him there making us do his bidding and editing his terrible poetry.
That's where the fun stops. The Captain has the entire crew running in a twenty four hour time loop to prevent the elixer from becoming unstable in them. In the meantime he would pop out the occasional poem and has been otherwise engaged using the small time machine to flit about attempting to find a Witch Doctor with the right potion to stabilize Ponce DeLeon's Water of Eternal Youth.
The Captain began to describe the possibilities of what might occur if he cannot find the right medicine. So of course he has hastened to incorporate me into his plot and expects me to help him clean up a very abnormal predicament.

In order to save EVERYONE on this ship from an uncertain fate we must go to Blood Island to cut a deal with Witch Doctors that the Captain may or may not have cheated at one point!
I hope they will give us the appropriate antidote before we all wither and die of premature old age, age in reverse until we are back in diapers, turn into a terrible monster, or dissolve into puddles of human goo (just a few of the more pleasant reactions that were possible if the formula is not found in time) .
OK then, time to break the crew from their DejaVu. I am positive everyone will be absolutely thrilled to be awoken from their endless Ground Hogs Day rerun only to find that our destination is some remote jungle on Blood Island.
Why can't these places ever be called something nice...like..
Pancake Island or something.
Pancake Island or something.
But just ahead I can view the island. It is ominously pancake free.
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
"Sad Little Leprechaun" by The Captain
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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