Not Lost, At Sea

Out in the salty vastness which is open water you will find a ship which, if boarded, will consume you wholly and without remorse. Although you spotted the ship atop the water and ventured a league or two motivated by the prospects of grand discovery (Oh so great! The motivation wrought of curiosity), once aboard it is clear that this a Sunk Ship. The wood is rotted, the iron rusty, and in spots you can see water actively rushing in. Inside the ship’s hold you will find a glamorous assortment of mismatched hardware: Carving knives from Sweden, a drafting compass from Russia, boxes on boxes of Spanish papers. Hundreds of bottles. Some empty, some half empty; none full. Pirate Rum and Gin the lot of them. There are two piles of books in the hold; A large one for English literature, and a small one for books of other languages; mostly Spanish, Chinese, and Hebrew. The door is never locked and you are always welcome to rummage around.

The deck of the ship is not pristine, but surprisingly clean. It’s aged and weathered; but know she has been at sea for 25 years, and you would believe the ocean to have a soft spot for this particular sailing ship. An assortment of woods were clearly used in the deck’s assembly. The effect is brilliant, and as one walks from bow to stern, one can get a sense of how time treats the different woods. Feel this rot and compare it to that rot; ponder what you would like to build your house of as you walk barefoot across the deck. I dare you.

As you traverse the ship, you may forget you are aboard a monstrosity. Every bit of this ship tells a story, and it is so easy to get lost listening to that old wood. You are lost in the eclectic nuances; the hand carved everything. Why are you on this ship in the first place? The ship you believed to be abandoned upon first sight; or why would you have sought out and boarded it?, actually has a captain. You find this out as he greats you.
“Hello! And welcome to my vessel! Piss Poor Decision Making. You may have seen it painted on the back. I am the captain and by joining me on my boat, you are speaking volumes about what drives you; about your curious nature. Let us adventure!”

You look around to discover your boat has vanished.

Chris

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