I am the gate toward the sea: O sailor men, pass out from me!
I hear you high on Lebanon, singing the marvels of the sea.
The dragon-green, the luminous, the dark, the serpent-haunted sea,
The snow-besprinkled wine of earth, the white-and-blue-flower foaming sea.
Beyond the sea are towns with towers, carved with lions and lily flowers,
And not a soul in all those lonely streets to while away the hours.
Beyond the towns, an isle where, bound, a naked giant bites the ground:
The shadow of a monstrous wing looms on his back: and still no sound.
Beyond the isle a rock that screams like madmen shouting in their dreams,
From whose dark issues night and day blood crashes in a thousand streams.
Beyond the rock is Restful Bay, where no wind breathes or ripple stirs,
And there on Roman ships, they say, stand rows of metal mariners.
Beyond the bay in utmost West old Solomon the Jewish King
Sits with his beard upon his breast, and grips and guards his magic ring:
And when that ring is stolen, he will rise in outraged majesty,
And take the World upon his back, and fling the World beyond the sea.
–James Elroy Flecker, “The Gates of Damascus,” from The Golden Journey to Samarkand
Have any other threads reached Part 8 before?
Well I don’t think we’ll ever run out of poems, at any rate.
So, when shall the Zommer Vaycayshun set off, Captain Canix?
(1) As far as I can tell, no other thread has gone beyond Part 5.
Wow. Amazing. It has happened. We have passed into an uncharted realm. I think. Maybe. Hopefully.
Anyhow, I’m goign to go figure out who Gaelor is before I come back to this thread.
2- It already set off, and is heading for the Oort Cloud, as I made clear in my last few entries in the log.
Augh. I’ve only just finished the first one and I am (no offense) BORED!!! But i wanna post…..
6- *impressed* Oh, you don’t have to read them ALL. I didn’t even read the last few posts when I joined, back in my days of newbie-ness…
But I must disagree on it being boring. I mean, there are things in the first one you really shouldn’t miss. Canix’s hair, for example…
Sorry. I always bring that up, don’t I?
That is soo c00l! Today is the one-year anniversary of Ships’ Logs! Look when the first thread was made!
7- Everyone can SEE it’s turquoise, you don’t have to keep explaining how it happened.
8- Neat-O! *wishes she had been around back then* Oh well, I’m around now!
August 6.
We are in the spaceship Zommer Vaycayshun, heading to the end of the Musiverse. So far the trip has been uneventful.
Aug. 6. We are passing through the Oort Cloud of comets with little incident. Soon we will be out of our solar system and we will set course for the PPP. After that, we will find the emptiest part of intergalactic space and sail through that until we reach the edge of the Musiverse.
9- Yeah, I know. I have a strange fascination with turquoise, though. *ponders* Well, yeah…
Whatever.
I also, as you may have noticed, have an irritating habit of building on casual remarks and such until they almost become a whole separate plot piece.
13- I’ve noticed that.
14- Yeah. I’m going to try to stop. It shouldn’t be too hard.
3-Oy!!! The Pieceful Pie Planet series has reached a fair sum of 6 thread, thank you very much!
9-Wait! How did it happen?
when we rech ppp will we go to that therd?
17 I think so.
I have found something strange and unexpected, but I’m sure that it will put everyone back into good spirits. No more skilly and duff for breakfast, the comets are actually hard rocks of cinnamon. A small one flew into my cabin window. Cinnamon buns for everyone!
19- cinnamon is good! Is this thread just like about all of us taking a trip into the musiverse?
20-You have to join a ship/space ship. There are different places the different ships are going. I am building a ship of my own (regular type), so if you want to join, you will of course get a good position (nobody yet to get them!) I’m thinking of a name…
21-I join!! Even though you lead ZMETE
(Isn’t that how you spell it?)…
Or I might make my own ship…
~
Aug. 7. Delightful cinnamon bun meals all day. We are exiting the Oort Cloud, but we have collected about half a ton of cinnacomets in our spare canvas. They should hold us till we reach the PPP.
I have just consulted with our navigator, and she reports that the quickest way to the PPP is through Coriveckyan, a dangerous region of two blue-white stars orbiting a pulsar. Shall we go through?
~
22-You don’t like Zemtee? Well, that doesn’t matter…please join my new ship, as it shall be the biggest and best yet! Plus, you can be head of watching, as you can spot storms well before they hit, right?
Welcome aboard!
I have just finished reading thread three. *Falls over and dies* no, wait, I have to build this ship…
24) Cool! Adventure! Let’s go!
Cheesy: Bleepa Bleepery Bleepers Bleep.
Hmmmmmmm. Cheesy says that maybe we will run into his distant cousins, the Cheetosies, who live in tht region.
25- Biggest and best? A little egotistical, are we?
25-Okay!
28-Great! *hands badge that shows your high title*
27–Heehee, no, I’m just saying since it will be new I’m going to make it great for the fleet, right?
Yay! Let’s go on a dangerous adventure! (No, seriously…)
Red-Tailed Hawk- Miss Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas, at your service. Contrary to what the name may suggest, I have little connection to the latter, but I do love a good adventure! Sign me up!
31-Welcome aboard! I am the captain, Stormwatcher is head of Watching and lookout, and you can be anything from doctor to first mate, etc.
I have named the ship Seahawk, and she shall be one of the biggest defender of Museica and other Muse areas. Again, welcome aboard, I am mapping out our first adventure with the new ship, and I look forward to many long years of sailing the seas with her and using the latest equipement that is on board.
Tomorrow I shall start the log, and we will set off on our adventure! I hope more will come along, as it should be fun, what with the party and all…
I opt for doctor, as long as I can still fiddle about with inventions and such.
RtH- Can I join?? I’ll be 1st mate.
I know, I’m new to Ships’ Logs. I think the best way for me to figure out what’s going on is just to lurk untill I post an entry into the log, by then knowing of which my posts should consist of. That’s what I did on the RRR, Incredible Morphing Chameleon, etc.. and it worked.
We seem to be headed straight toward a rather large orange cloud.
Bleepery Bleepsy Bleep Bleep Bleepy.
Cheesy says that this is the constalation where the Chetosies live. Cheesy also says that the orange comes from the powder that comes off of the Chetosies. I hope that the powder doesn’t clog our gears!
34-Sure! Great! Yes, I am pretty new to this too… Having read threads one through three, plus all of seven and what’s here of eight, I’m a bit tired but ready to go out to sea!
I’ll send in the Captain’s log in a few minutes!
I’m still here, just not very inspired. Don’t forget about me! What am I, anyway?
37-I don’t think you are on my ship right now…but I don’t know where you are…
At long last, here we are!
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
As she is all set, we have now set off on our adventure. I have mapped out the “voyage”, and we are to travel directly west, to the Unexplored Oceans of the Large Whitecaps. We may discover a better route to “Urania”, and possibly new lands…
Our crew is as follows:
Red-tailed HAWK-Captian
Musicman841-First Mate
Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas-Ship’s doctor
Stormwatcher-Head of lookout
My, what a great group! Ah, yes, it’s good to be at sea again! ?=]
Captain HAWK
We have breached the cloud field of the Cheetosies. The orange powder is everywhere but there is no sign of the Cheetosies. Cheesy tells me that this is just as well because the Cheetosies annoy him. He says that they don’t have natural behaviors, something about being artificially flavored.
258 on old thread-Okay, RtH, I’ll build my own ship! (space ship, equipped with warp drive, heading for the PPP) Positions are open, any takers? I’m captian. There’s a teleporter on board, so anyone on Earth can get here easily. We have blasted off.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
We set sail today at 0800 hours. The sea seems relatively calm, if the skies are overcast. I have packed bandages, a jar of my own special ointment, five bottles of dittany, six large cases of asprin, a box of mint leaves, twelve ginseng roots, three gingko biloba packages, a few bezoars (for serious cases), a vial of pure salicylic acid, four scalpels, two operating masks, many pairs of gloves, a surgical apron, eye patches, a vision test, a color-blindness test, a few bifocals, a case of contacts, some false eyes, three dozen flagons of lime juice, one dental kit and an amputation kit, some anesthesia, a stethoscope, a rubber hammer, a thermometer, a pair of crutches, quite a bit of plaster-of-paris, a syringe, several sample cups for the filling of body fluids for my examination, a wheelchair for the sea-faring handicapped, many jars of vitamins, and a rudimentary prosthetic construction-and-attatchment kit.
I am keeping all of this in my office, which adjourns the captain’s quarters. It is small, but there is room enough. I keep an operating table in a closet at the right of my desk, where I write records on the crew’s health.
I AM REQUIRING THAT ALL CREW MEMBERS COME TO MY OFFICE WHEN THEY GET THE CHANCE SO THAT I MAY GIVE THEM A STANDARD CHECK-UP.THEY MUST ALSO COME ON A DAILY BASIS TO RECEIVE A CUP OF LIME JUICE AS TO KEEP THE SCURVY AT BAY- TO ENCOURAGE YOU, I MUST WARN THAT I HAVE ONLY VERY BASIC DENTAL TRAINING, SO ANY PROBLEMS THAT ARISE DUE TO FAILURE TO DRINK THE JUICE COULD BE QUITE PAINFUL. YOU WILL ALSO RECEIVE VITAMINS WITH THE JUICE. IF IT COMES TO THE ATTENTION OF ANYONE THAT I MAY BE LACKING CERTAIN MEDICAL SUPPLIES, NOTIFY ME AND I WILL PICK UP THE REQUESTED ITEM AT THE NEXT PORT.
Sorry, double post, but people should know…
POSITIONS OPEN ON THE SEAHAWK
Cook
Ship Maintenance Handy-Person
Weapons Expert
Linguist
Flora-and-Fauna Expert
All-Purpose Crewpeople
37- You’re on Koko du Pelle’s ship. As far as I can make out, it goes like this:
THE BLACK-FOOTED FERRET (Currently on the Zommer Vaycayshun)
Canix-Captain
Jadestone-Quartermaster
Kiwimuncher-Cook
Shadowkat-Gunner
Reaia-Coxswain
Though I’m sure there are others.
KOKO DU PELLE’S SHIP
Koko du Pelle-Captain
Glassboro-?
THE SEAHAWK
Red-tailed HAWK-Captian
Musicman841-First Mate
Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas-Ship’s doctor
Stormwatcher-Head of lookout
There are other ships, like the Wraith, but they aren’t active, so… (The Wraith is on Pie Isle.)
Stormwatcher reporting for checkup!
“Captain!! There’s something in the water off to port!!” ((Port is left right?…
Wow, gwendolyn, you have a lot of supplies! It’s good to have such a skilled doctor on board…*comes in for checkup and lime juice*
I am trying to type up all of the supplies on board, so I will post that soon + with a description of the ship…
45-Yes, left… OH NO!!!!!! It’s a big beast of some sort…Wait a minute…NO! What IS this thing?
What in the world…A giant floating pie! Now how did that get here?
Maybe it missed it’s target and has been floating around the sea!
I’ll be back in a few minutes…
45- It is.
43- Okay, I’d been under the impression that everyone who’d posted was on the Z.C. Maybe they were, too.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
08/08/07, noonish
Stormwatcher, head of lookout, has spotted a giant pie floating on the water. Odd how well it is floating. Indeed. *chuckle* HAHAH! I now unveal my new MASTERPIECE!!!
The great exploding pie, set either with a timer or remotely controlled, which can be directed towards an enemy ship and detonated at the right time! 
Do you like it? I packed 50 away in our stores. I shouldn’t have startled you that way. But it shows you were at your post! 
We sail on, with all of our crew coming in for their check-ups, and lime juice.
Keep a sharp lookout for pie-rates, head watch, I have a feeling in my bones they could be upon us any time now. ?-)
45, 47- Is it still in the tin? If so, we should rope it and use it for provisions, and then use the tin as a lifeboat. If not, pull it in anyway- some parts may still be edible.
Gwendolyn- Can I use orange juice instead, which also has a high vitamin C content? Lime makes me nautically nauseaous. *goes for checkup*
51-See my latest ships’ log…But I’m not sure if she will budge on the juice. Don’t worry, the taste of the vitamin drowns out the lime…
52- Sorry, I posted before your comment was administrated.
Wow. It’s confusing about whitch ship is doing what. I shall have to watch out for that.
50) That pie thing is a good idea, but it won’t help me. How could someone eat something that explodes in one’s face? Just to let you know, pirates are terrified of cabbage.
Still no sign of the Cheetosies. I now see what Cheesy means about being artificial. The powder like substance that the Cheetosies let out tastes slightly of cheese but it seems unnatural.
Captain Canix, since we are not currently at war,
beis there anything that thou wouldst have me do?(Is that better, Robert?)
[Almost perfect. –Robert]
Oops! I didn’t mean to have that all in bold…sorry!
Check-up comments- Whoa. Sorry about not being here. I’m trying to sift through the Empowered stories, and that’s a lot to do. Here are my analyses:
GWEN’S MEDICAL REPORT
Captain, you’re the picture of health. About that plantar’s wart on your foot… it’s still new, so just take a bit of this salicylic acid *hands small vial* and you should be fine. Be careful with it! And also, be careful when toying about with those pies! I don’t have the expertise to replace half a blown-off face!
First Mate, you’re doing fine, except for that cough, which could develop into something a bit more serious. Drink plenty of fluids, and if it’s very bad, drink a tiny bit of salt water, which helps remove obstructions in the throat. If things still aren’t improving, come to me.
Head of Lookout, you are well. The lack of clarity when seeing things that you reported could be a bit of a problem, as you are our lookout. I’m almost certain it’s from your nasal congestion, which can be remedied by eating spicy foods and ingesting Vitamin C. If the problem persists, I will be happy to give you a pair of bifocals.
I DO NOT CARE HOW YOU GET YOUR VITAMIN C, SO LONG AS YOU GET IT!
I wish the captian was in such good health in real life. I was just at the doctors, and they took a tube of blood and gave me my menengitis shot. The tube of blood was because I have some odd lumps from my ear to jaw, and they’re not sure, but they think it isn’t anything too important. *sighs of relief from the crowds* Crowds? What crowds? I don’t know, I just felt like saying it!
58- Yowch. I can’t give you any advice. I’m not a real doctor, I just play one on MuseBlog.
59-Well, you seem very knowlegable…*drinks lime juice* *begins to like, after drinking it for so long!*
I like lemon juice better then lime juice. Lemon juice gives you a nice jolt when you swallow it!
Where is everyone on the Black Footed Ferret? I feel all alone.
There’s no one here beside me.:sad: Am I expeiriencing the Cheetosies all by myself?
(Here song in the back ground, *all by myself, don’t wanna be, all by myself*)
Here! *comes up from belowdecks* There doesn’t seem to be much going on– No wait! What’s that?
*points*
It looks like…a cheesepuff?
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Ugh. Ugh. Isn’t that a fun way to begin a Ships’ log?
Well, when you are experiencing an “ugh” sort of thing on a ship, you can’t really get away from it. As the few crumbling maps we have from the ancient pi-rate sailers of the math era, over 500 years back, show, we are sailing through an open stretch of water that goes on for a distance that would have taken them 5 months to cross. It is called the “Luke Warm Flatness” where the water never gets stormy but there isn’t anything interesting to look at. I have been working on the ship so that we might move through in about four days. Head Lookout has been dozing off from lack of sleep and lack of something to look at, and you can’t find an actually cool breeze anywhere…
As the map shows it, after that we go through some low waters, full of small whirlpools too small to hurt a ship, but still something to at least look at. The whole crew is a bit quiet, and nobody can sleep with so much to do and so few crew members to do them.
It is getting to where the lime juice and vitamin are the high pint of my day, and so it’s not so hard going down. I just hope it is working.
Captian HAWK
57-How did you know??
*Is overjoyed at seeing Reaia, then turns over around and sees a gignormous Cheetosy. Yells in surprise and is instantly covered with a dry artificial cheese flavorered powder.* Wow. I’m orange.
~
Aug. Whatsit. We have passed through the orange cloud and are approaching the PPP system.
~
55-Alright, thanks…I’m getting there. (Personally, I can’t wait for Talk Like A Pirate Day…:wink:)
66-Captain, simply let me know when thou wouldst like for me send the Piites a message, and I shall do so straight away!
66- It’s the ninth, Sir.
Good! We have left the orange cloud! Those Chetosies were making me nervous. I find that I like Cheesy much better then those fakey flavored Chetosies!
The fog-covered waters
of the sleeping sea
with the soft swish
of gentle waves
didst wait for the Sun
to awaken
and dispel the mists
from the dreaming mind
of sweet Calypso.
And there, out of the ocean,
the Sun didst come,
it’s first bright ray
spreading fervently,
the clouds retreating
to make way for this bright lord.
With this first ray,
there was a bright flash,
and outlined by the huge,
glorious Sun,
was a tall ship,
it’s full sails colored
a flaming red,
it’s decks,
a spreading yellow,
the water around it,
sparkling with the hidden gold
given to it
by the Sun.
– Wrtitten by Captain Viae of The Black Phoenix
:::LOG OF THE BLACK PHOENIX:::
I have transported my ship to new waters in hopes of finding supplies and a crew. Though the ship may be unwreakable, people are not, and the storm has sadly left me deserted. I performed a funeral ceremony for those lost this morning by burning the last of my incense for them, so that the smoke might guide their souls to some other place. After doing so, I flamed the ship and was brought here.
I do feel so tired. There is little water left – most has been tainted and turned to brine from the sea. And food is out of the question.
How very odd. I just noticed that there are few waves in the water. And no wind either. Damn. How am I supposed to make this thing move if there’s no wind? And why is the ship moving if there is no wind?
Oh, I’m so clever. There’s a current that I happen to be floating in.
My magical Map of Location, that tells me where I am, says I am in “Luke Warm Flatness”. What a dreary name. Lukewarm. Too bad it’s not Lukewarm Freshwater.
Thirsty…
Hmm… I just noticed a ship on my Map. It seems to be heading towards me. It’s name is… damn, where’s my magnifying glass… ah, it is the Seahawk. Hmm… that doesn’t sound like a pierate name… and it’s captain is… okay, bigger magnifying glass… Captain HAWK… well, whoever it is, they’re bound to catch up with me, there’s a crew aboard that ship… i hope they have food…
– Captain Viae, The Invisible Chameleon
captain canix,I can see alpha kokopelli outside my porthole!
we will be at ppp in about 1/2 hour!
Red-tailed Hawk, i’d love to join your crew! i can be the cook and/or handy person. i was on necromancers ship in part 5(i think) but i havent seen her recently on the blog so i’ll join your crew if youll have me. im rather good with maps!
we have landed!
Wait a second…
STORMWATCHER!! WAKE UP!!
Kat of the Shadows, wilt thou do me the great kindness of informing the Piites of our timely arrival?
73- Sure, you can join- A good cook is welcome here. Just head to the Ship’s Doctor for a checkup.
75- Never mind, it’s just the Black Phoenix.
*heds off for check up*
Ahoy there! Captain HAWK! My name is Captain Viae of the ship, The Black Phoenix! Be you pierate or friend? I have traveled far and am new to these waters. Could you possibly spare some food and drink?
Captain! Wake up! You are wanted!
Fallen Angel! Welcome aboard! *hands badge*
79-My ship is a gaurdian of Museica/Muse places. I. e., not pie-rate. I’m assuming you’re not either, so if you need a bit of food, we can supply you with that. We carry enough extra right now to sustain ten other ships in need, so we are sort of the ship to take care of problems that arise…We’ll be passing you in a few hours, so if you are sailing away from us, if you slow down we might be sooner. I guess it depends on how fast you need the food…
Whoa, I was just reading Shadowkat’s post…
It’s funny, my mind sort of is trying to cover over the old image with the real one! 
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Today was slow, but things were a bit exciting later on as Fallen Angel joined our crew, and went in for check-up, and a disaster was reported. The Black Phoenix is out of water and food, and needs help. The ship is stuck in a current, and moving away from us. We are pushing onwards, and should get there in a few hours.
Captain HAWK
This IS a timely arrival isn’t it? I think that I shall bake something to give to anyone who is there to meet us when we arrive. What about some nice German Chocolate pies? MMMMMMMMMMM. German Chocolate.
::: LOG OF THE BLACK PHOENIX :::
Thank the Fates! The Seahawk was indeed a friendly ship, and carried enough supplies to restock my ship with food and water, not to mention a fiddle and a deck of playing cards. After exchanging a few words, we set off. It turns out that the Seahawk has been sailing in, not an ocean current, but one of the rare wind currents. I plan to search for a wind current that goes opposite of the Seahawk. With no offense to you, Captain HAWK.
And now it is time to appeal to the MuseBlog. If there are any lurkers out there looking for a ship, then now is the time to come out. The Black Phoenix has no crew currently and would gladly accept one, though it is not neccessary.
– Captain Viae, The Invisible Chameleon
I think it’s time to tell y’all about mine ship. It’s an enchanted ship, and, if you didn’t figure it out, it has the abiltiy to burst into flame and travel anywhere. I also own other enchanted things, like my lovely Map.
Whaddya’ll think of my poem? I wrote it this morning, just for the occassion. Admittedly, my style is different from that of others.
84) Your poem was awesomely awesome.
Well, we have arrived at the Peaceful Pie Planet. Someone we didn’t know was waiting for us at the dock, so I gave them my german chocolate pie, they seemed to like it, though they had trouble getting it out of their hair. My aim was bad when I threw at them in good cheer.
75-Huh hey what AHHH!!
I will be gone for a week.
84, 85- It was.
That I shall, good Captian! *salute*
I might not be able to post again until the 15th (I don’t know if the hotel at which I’ll be staying until then has a computer.), so, please, if necessary, carry on without me!
Alas, I shall be gone as well, until Wednesday. I shall be visiting my grandparents house.
90-Farewell!
91-Farewell, even though I haven’t met you yet!
Very well. We shall stay on PPP until then.
Okay, I have been away from MB too long! I’m going back to Earth! (Sorry, anyone who wants to be on my hsip
Kagy, what are you cooking? It smells good!!
85, 88 – thank you
GWEN’S MEDICAL REPORT
Ahoy, Angel! Welcome to the crew! Please give me an affirmative on your position on the ship. If you are the cook, I’ll be talking to you about the menu. You seem to be doing fine, but that scar that you have on your leg from that armed pickpocket in Port Citrus-Creme is a bit worrying. It seems as though that dagger had been used previously, and may have been carrying some harmful bacteria. Have some of my special ointment. Take it for two weeks. If things still look bad, I’ll see what else I can do.
Come by my office every day for lime juice and vitamins!
NOTICE: EYEPATCHES AND PEG-LEGS WILL ONLY BE DISPENSED TO THOSE WHO NEED THEM. WEARING THEM FOR JOKES WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO WEAR EITHER PERMANENTLY, I CAN ARRANGE IT.
Captain! I must leave on an important errand! Will you exuse my absance??
Mmmm…it does smell good…
97-Ok…I’ll make sure nobody sneeks in your office!
98-You don’t have to tell me, but if you want to, I would be happy to hear where you are going. I’ll handle the lookout…
97- lol. “If you would like to wear wither permanently, I can arrange it.” I would, but I’m on a different ship.
::: LOG OF THE BLACK PHOENIX :::
Today I finally left the Lukewarm Flatness traveling on a notheasterly wind. It is a fine day, though I think there shall be rain, judging by the clouds in the sky.
According to my Map, it’s open waters from here. To the East is a large group of islands, marked as “Unexplored”. To the West is a large island, Umgat Isle, and its smaller sister, Jalso Isle. And to the North, it is written “Here Be Dragons – Unexplored.” I have decided to travel East first, to explore the islands.
Other than this, there is nothing else to record. I must say I am rather lonely on my ship, but I have enough to make me happy – a ship beneath my feet, a star to guide me by, and food in my belly.
– Captain Viae
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
We have a chef! Angel is her name. She’s an excellent cook- whipped up some beef portabello and whipped red-skin potatoes with a fabulous seasoning. I’ll have to check her supplies later, to see if what she has is good enough for the crew, nutritionally. Lukewarm Flatness is dreadfully dull. The good news is, we should be clear of it within a week.
Something strange happened with Stormwatcher. There was a small patch of land in the distance, and upon spotting it, our beloved head-of-watch dashed to the captain and said that he had to run an errand, if he could be excused for a few days. The Captain, good-natured fellow he is, said yes. Stormwatcher quickly boarded the pie tin dinghy. We lowered him overboard and saw him off. I am curious. What would he possibly need to leave for? They say that certain water spirits haunt the Lukewarm Flatness, and possess impossibly bored sailors for fun. They will create some excuse for the sailor to dash off, stay with him for a few days, and then desert them suddenly, leaving them quite confused and alone. Captain Hawk has us moving at an incredibly slow pace so that Stormwatcher may find us easily when he returns from his errand.
On the subject of spirits, I was swabbing the deck this morning (we must recruit more sailors- there is too much to do for only five people!), alone, when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I whipped around, and saw a young man standing there. It was not the Captain, nor was it the first mate. He was very good-looking, slender, and of normal height. He had on the clothes of a pie-rate. But he wasn’t quite… there. His outline was like the edge of a flame, and though he looked directly at me, grinning, his eyes had no pupils. And no, there weren’t any cataracts. Just two green-hazel irises. And then it spoke.
“Aye, lass. What’s one like yerself doin’ out here, swabbing up the filth, and, morely, on a ship of the law?”
I smiled. I don’t know why. He spoke quite like a pie-rate, and I was startled to see someone new aboard the ship. I started to say something when he winked, ran to the ship’s railing, and dove off. I hurried over to see where in the water he had dropped, but there was no man, and no ripple or splash. Shortly after, Angel came out, asking me to sample her new blueberry pie recipe. Blueberries are quite rich in antioxidants, so I was happy she had created such a delicious and nutritious recipe. I did not tell anyone of the young man- until now. Crew, what do you think?
here is a ppp and naboring planets:
fact sheet about ppp:
star: alpha kokopelli
status of being: occupied
nativies: none know. (all people are from earth)
notes: first planet in the tri-planet piece pact of ’07
(the three planets are ppp musecalifornia and ppp2)
fact sheet about musecalifornia:
star alpha kokopelli
stasus of being:occupied
natives:unknow
notes:second planet in pact
fact sheet for ppp2:
star: alpha kokoplelli
staus of being: plants only
natives:none
notes: threed planet in pact
belongs to the country of fether on ppp
97- Hahaha!! Don’t forget hookhands, though.
102- We shall have to ask the rest of the crew if they have any more knowlege on the subject of spirits. I, myself, have heard of a mysterious ship bearing the Jolly Roger that travels the border of the Lukewarm Flatness and the whirlpool region. Some say it is a ghost ship, which I never belived- up until now.:shock:
Cook- Please remmber that there [is/ are] [a vegitarian/vegitarians] aboard.:smile:
~*Angel/Kag* the cooks log*~
GwendolynOTES I’m soooo glad you liked my pie. i’m whipping up a couple more like it- they migh come in handy. dont worry to much about the scar, i heal quickly.
Not to worry Musicman841, i myself am veggitarien.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Nothing to report, really. We await Stormwatcher’s return. Angel Kag continues to whip up fantastic dishes. However, some of the most nutritious and delicious dishes require several ingredients that we don’t have the highest stock of. Hopefully we can pick some up at the next port.
Captain Hawk has been very quiet today- holed up in his quarters. We suspect he is the only one who knows something of spirits in the Lukewarm Flatness, so hopefully he will emerge soon.
No other signs of the pie-rate ghost.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
After looking over dozens of old maps in my quarters, and trying to remember the bits of odd tales I heard while hanging out with those funny-looking guys with peg legs and large scars. I can’t even count how many hours I spent with them, trying to learn everything of the sea.
Anyhow, this is beside the point.
There are spirits roaming about in the luke warm flatness. We have already “seen” them, but as we near the end of the luke warm flatness, we will experience a bit of an odd shift, during which everything looks dreary and brownish, and things seem to slow down. Often we may see a ship sailing right beside us, but it won’t be totally there. This is the ship the ghosts come from, and some might be spotted upon the deck of either our ship or their’s.
The ship bears the negative of the Jolly Roger. There’s really no way of getting away from it for about two days while we sail through. The funny part is, no matter how many ships are sailing through, when they get to the other side, they all claim to have had the ship along side them. Also startling is you cannot see other ships while sailing through.
Whew, I am now a bit tired after staying up all night, sometimes keeping watch and sometimes reading maps. I don’t mean to scare the crew, but it’s going to get weird here. Hang on!
SWOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK, cont.
Boy, a harder hit than I thought. It doesn’t seem to have damaged much, but some pies may have been lost.
I am terribly sorry the crew must go through this. I can’t imagine what stormwatcher will do when he experiences the shift in his little boat!
Captain HAWK
GWEN’S MEDICAL REPORT/ SHIP’S LOG
Right, well the Captain seems to have… OH SWEET HEMMORHAGING BOYSENBERRY! What was that?! I have to dash to the top deck!
Three hours later…
It was the pie-rates. More specifically, the pie-rate ghosts. They seem to be getting increasingly restless. The thing that drew me away was a massive shift in atmospheric pressure. Musicman was knocked from the rigging while replacing a few ropes. Everyone else was fine, if a little shaken. Angel Kag has gone slightly cross-eyed, but I suspect it’s only temporary, and there’s nothing I can do for it, anyway.
Musicman has three ribs that are cracked. Thank the Muses they didn’t puncture his lungs, he fell from that high. I’ve bandaged him up and done what I could to help ease the pain- which is going to be pretty intense. He’ll have to stay in his quarters for the next few days. I hope Angel Kag has those soup recipes perfected.
The ghost was out there. He was on the rigging, laughing. When I came out, he looked at me, and said, “Pie-rate lords, lass, they’re not worth it! Yeh could be administerin’ yer talents to the pie-rates if yeh joined the Jolly Roger, healin’ them who have been waitin’ to be healed for centuries in the in-betwixt phase, and servin’ under me, the greatest of the Rogue Pastry-Throwers. I’d have a doctor and a clever lass to boot! But instead yeh do this!”
He let out a cry of frustration, and then jumped off the rigging into the sea.
Captain Hawk was in his office all day, doing research on spirit legends. Everything he read sounds like what has happened and what may happen to us.
Stormwatcher has yet to return. We are all fearful.
I hear the crew of the Seahawk faceth restless haunts whilst we relax and eat marzipan. Methinks we are shirking a bit.
Ah, but who knoweth what perils we may encounter whilst searching for the Edge. Mayhap we should relax whilst we can.
Gosh! Can I talk in Elizabethan, even though I’m not an Officer? Or would that be against protocol?
~Angel Kag the Cooks Log~
JUMPING JOLLY ROGERS! MY SPICE RACK IS UN ORGANIZED! that was a bad hit. my eyes seem to be uncrossed now, one of my cast iron frying pans wacked me on the head as we colided! ah well, I ‘s no worse for de wear. I seem to hear whispers in the crew about some ghost pierats but its not all makeing sense. hmmm….. i feel a bit woozy, better go lie down.
::: LOG OF THE BLACK PHOENIX :::
Today I finally reached the islands. There are seven in the archipelago. As they are not yet named, I have the honor of doing so. In accordance with past tradition, I have decided on the name The Risotto Archipelago. I plan to go exploring in a few hours. Who knows what I shall find.
-Captain Viae
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
We sail onwards, along side of the pi-rate ship. Hmm, even though they never attack anyone, especially because they are ghosts, it just makes me nervous. Normally, when a normal ship sails so close with no attempt at contact other than occaisonially sneeking on board, it’s not a good sign.
Well, just two more days I guess. Then two weeks of warm whirlpools. Because of the time shift we are experiencing now, we shouldn’t meet up with any ships on the other side, as none entered the warp at the same time as us. And thankfully, the reverse-jolly roger ship should stay behind once we get to the whirlpools…
The cook has been trying to put her spice rack back in order. Because things are still in a bit of a jumble, the food has been very flavorful. Even the vitamin and lime juice ritual is becoming pleasurable!
The crew seems to be very understanding. Which is nice.
We are having relatively pleasent weather, so that’s good. Still no sign of Stormwatcher…
Captain HAWK
The Coxswain’s Diary
August 14
Nothing to report. The food isn’t too good as the cook has taken a vacation from her vacation and exploring the PPP, but we manage well enough. I hear tell of all sorts of wondrous events back in Earth, and I can’t help but wish something exciting would happen to us. Nothing has happened since we arrived at the PPP several days ago. I think that I shall go exploring soon myself.
I have duties on this planet, and I will be gone from this evening to Friday afternoon.
Well, I have returned. Hmmmmmmm. Marzipan. It could use a few more spices. Perhaps I shall try to sneak into the PPP’s kitchens and tip someone off.
*Runs up to the crew, out of breath*
OMG! We HAVE to leave immediately! They’re coming after me!
*Looks at everyone’s confused faces*
I went to the kitchens to suggest a small change to the marzipan and the cook overreacted! I mean, I don’t know why, I just suggested that he might want to add a little more color and texture to it! It was just supposed to be a friendly chat between cooks! Instead, he brutally attacked me with a frying pan, and now he and his fellow waitors and chefs are coming after me! HELP!
Power up the Tholiatomine drive. Pieceful, my butt.
(ouch) *eats soup* (ouch) *takes vitamin* (ouch)
Well, It’s healing up pretty quickly, actually. It’s a lot better than I expected. Thanks, Gwen and Kagy!
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Angel Kag has recovered from being cross-eyed. She’s all in a dither about her disoraganized spice rack, but I personally think it makes the dishes more interesting.
Musicman is in his cabin, feeling miserable and quiet, but according to my observations, he is on a route to recovery. My treatment should speed up his healing significantly, with the same results. Poor sailor.
The hazel-eyed ghost has made no return, but the ship glides beside us ominously. According to the research I did with Captain Hawk’s scrolls (if I go by the claims he made last night), the ghost is that of Captain Lucien Dearborn, or “Crust-slasher”, He was the most notorious of the pie-rate captains, owing to how he would obliterate a ship’s crew, and then cut their pie-weaponry into pieces to be eaten by his crew of cast-iron stomached outlaws. Killed in battle with the Museica Navy, in the Lukewarm Flatness. Not a one of his crew survived. Dearborn was noted for his devilish good looks and his intimidating tactics of sailing beside ships silently, but doing nothing.
Stormwatcher has not been heard or seen of.
ship’s log of the zoomer vaycayshun 10th mate
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hello chaps! methink I did not have job so I made on up! also I can not do elizabethan so I just doing it brit like!
well you all know that we have felled peaceful pie planet after a derdful instdent with a chef. we wil be sailing to museo,planet of the editors next chaps!
Oooooooooooooooooooooooo! :raz:
Museo! The planet of the editors?! WOW!
I shall HAVE to get them something in thanks to their relentless toil over our favorite magazine. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Perhaps they would like a jar of my famous strawberry jam with a few pastries?
ship’s log of the zoomer vaycayshun’s 10th mate
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hello chaps! we have landed on museo today,chaps! tis like a large building,floating in space. we will be here till the 17th. carry on chaps!
Wow. We saw the editors today! Cheesy got so excited when he saw them that he exploded cheese everywhere.
~
Aug. 15. Most unusual. An editor was waiting outside the building. It- I could see no distinction of gender- beckoned me to follow it, and apprehensive but excited, I did so.
As soon as I came close to it, there was a bright flash, and the scenery around me changed. I was inside the Office.
A description of its various subtleties would take months. Suffice to say that it was a round anteroom, all glass and sleek stainless steel, with numerous galleries around its walls. Editors were going about their business on every one of the galleries. They were manipulating things that were presumably computers of sorts, though none I recognized. One was a large puddle of boiling silver liquid floating in the air. Another appeared to be a bursting rainbow-colored fireworks display. There was no visible ceiling- the room seemed to go up and up until it vanished into oblivion. Light radiated from various orbs hovering around the room.
The Editors were figures with no discernible features. They wore silver suits that covered their entire bodies. Their faces were simply blank, shining surfaces. Perhaps they communicate by telepathy.
On one side of the Office was a large rack, extending up to seeming infinity. Motionless Editors were perched on it, as though asleep. On the other side was a huge glass disk, hovering in midair. It showed what seemed to be a floor plan of the Muse offices on Earth. People were moving about inside it, but most of them were going towards a room at the very heart of the building.
In that room were about fifty oblong, soft pads. Many of them had people sleeping on them- at least, they looked like they were sleeping.
One man entered the room and laid down on a pad. He instantly went very still. At that exact moment, an Editor got off the rack and briskly strode towards a work station. I have come to a startling conclusion- each editor has two bodies, one on Earth and one on Museo, which their consciousnesses can switch between at will.
On the third side of the room was a large archway, which I curiously went through. I was then privileged enough to see a sight that no human being has seen before.
The editors were sitting in rows of seats around the room, which was a great amphitheater like the Colosseum. They made no move or sound, but I felt the pressure of their minds, all bending towards the arena. Then, at the epicenter of the room, something materialized, in a blaze of light so pure and white that I felt I was witnessing the creation of the Universe.
It was a magazine. The next issue of Muse. The Editors bowed their heads, somehow recognizing that here was a greater power than even their awesome strength. It burst into blue flame and vanished, but I sensed that it was going to the offices on Earth, to bring joy and enlightenment to millions.
I left, still in a daze, and turned to the fourth side of the room. I saw a great door, barred and locked with heavy chains of black metal. However, the ancient wood had many cracks and gaps in it, and the wind blowing through it had an enticing smell, like machine oil, banana cream and desert sand combined. I went closer, intending to peek through a gap, but two Editors turned towards me and stretched out their hands. A flash of light blinded me, and I found myself on the surface of Museo, knowing that I had nearly trespassed on a great secret that none would know until the end of time.
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the great planet,museo is odd. it is quiet,but now and then cretures, probly from people whos letters ended in the fmp, kept coming. now and then a letter whould spring up, and end up in a bag of mail. we like it here but it is odd that all the editors do is edit.they never eat or drink. they work non stop.
I agree “the man for aeiou”. They always work nonstop. You’d at least think that they’d like to stop for a few seconds to grab a burger to eat or something like that. Perhaps we could make them a surprise party to thank them for all the hard work they are doing?
SHIPS’ LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
We have at last sailed out of the pi-rate seas! We now have two weeks of open whirlpoolness ahead, but the crew remains undaunted.
No sign of Stormwatcher, but we shouldn’t have too much trouble in this passage…
Time is back to normal, and the ship is in good shape.
Captain HAWK
p. s. I will not be able to post for several days, but just say I’m still there, because I don’t have any ship errands. I will be back soon…
127-why did you put my name is “”? It is TMFA when not in the name box
Hey crew! Why is the ship bumping around so much? Have we passed out of the pirate waters yet?
Sorry I didn’t use the intentional misspelling- it gets on my nerves.
I am now well enough to walk around, but I believe Gwendolyn does not want me to push it- i.e. do anything streneous. I don’t blame her.
Our lookout shoulld be back soon.
129) Oh! Sorry! I didn’t know that!
Hey! Can I be Ye Moste Royale Floore Sweepere Withe Soe Manye Extrae E’s, evene aftere vowelse, whiche makese noe sensee whatsoevere?
No, too long…how about Ye Moste Royale Barnacle?
132) Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. What?
Well, I have started organizing for the surprise party for the editors. It should be REALLY FUN!
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Captain Hawk has gone in search of Stormwatcher. Musicman, being First Mate, has taken the post. I watch him constantly, because he hasn’t recovered completely. It’s very busy, as there are only three of us now. We have navigated out of pie-rate territory, thank goodness. We are now in the Whirpool Wastes. More interesting than the Lukewarm Flatness, but does pose a more imminent threat, being, of course, the Whirpool Wastes. We see only ripples right now, but they will get more severe as we go on.
I decided to join in at part eight! Whoopee for me!
CAPPY’S SEA LOG
August 18th, what seems to be around noon.
I don’t know where I am. My small boat has been floating for days, probably weeks now, I finished all the food I had two days ago, luckily I still have some water left.
After the ships Capitan sent me adrift out to sea for attempted mutiny, I have been floating endlessly. My arms and legs are numb, and I am hoping for some land, and a port if I should be so lucky. The ship sank, so it was better off that I not rest upon the bottom of the sea. Twas’ almost lucky to have been shunned. The storms have been brutal and the winds harsh, but I assure you I have not given up hope. Not yet.
~Capricious
Maybe I shouldn’t be Capricious for this one hm…. I’ll be…
Annie Carver of East Harbour. There ya’ll are.
135- You were originally my first mate. On part 1. Did you forget?
The ship is starting to pick up pace, now that we are out of the Lukewarm Flatness. We took the sails down, as we will be sailing against prevailing winds. There is a strong current that is caused by the suction of the whirlpools, though, so we are maintaining a quick pace. I think that we may be passing out of these waters quicker than we thought
Wait- I see a tiny litte boat against the night sky! It looks empty-
No! I see a humanoid profile!
*gets megaphone*
OY!! BE YOU FRIEND OR, UM, FOE!!??
*I suddenly matirialize in the crowsnest*
I’m back!! With nothing too report.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
HOLY BANANA-CREME EMBOLISMS! Stormwatcher just poofed back into the crow’s nest. Literally! I completed his physical just ten minutes ago. He seems to be fine, and completely unfazed. I have only one question: where is the Captain?! He went out looking for Stormwatcher only a while back! Stormwatcher just toodles up and down the dock, occasionally climbing into the crow’s nest, and helping himself to Angel Kag’s delightful delicacies. I hope my question about the captain’s whereabouts will be answered soon.
Temporary Captain Musicman spotted a ship in the distance shortly before Stormwatcher’s mysterious re-appearance. We hope it is friendly.
137- I was. ^__^ But not anymore.
139- Me? Is it me? I’ll guess it’s me.
I awaken from the shock of a megaphone sound. I look up and see a ship on the horizon. My toes are leaving fading trails in the water, but I take them out and stand up in the boat with all hope of rescue. “FRIEND!!!” I shout, though probably unheard. “FRIEND!!!!” I flail my arms frantically and resist the urge to jump up and down for fear of tipping my boat.
Well, I think that we have alll the supplies we need for the editor’s party. We have coffee, donuts, lemon meringe pies, and a HUGE poster the says “THANKYOU EDITORS”. Now, all we have to do is tell the editors……………….
Wow. The editors thanked us for the party but that they couldn’t possibly leave the sacred Muse magazine for even an hour of celebration. They said that it was their job to protect the wonderful Muse magazine from those who would wish to destroy the happiness of hundreds of people all over the world. Wow. The editors are so brave. If only all that pie wouldn’t go to waste. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh! I have an idea! What is WE protected it for the hour of the editors party? No one would be able to make it past our trusty cutlesses! What do you guys think?
I’ll leave that up to captian canix
144- I don’t know. It would be the greatest responsibility that we’ve ever undertaken. But maybe, if we do it successfully, the Editors will tell us how to reach the end of the Musiverse. Let’s try it.
o.k.!
Alright. We will stand guard over the sacred Muse magazine.
Wow! The editors agreed too! I can’t beleive it. The editors are now off having their much deserved party while we have the honor too defend the sacred Muse magazine!
This makes me happy. 
We continue to sail across the Whirlpool Wastes.
The tiny boat responded with “friend,” so we are being trusting and sailing to it at top speed to see what is going on.
As we were sailing, Stormwatcher apparently materialized into the crow’s nest. He is well, I know. Glad that you’re back, Stormwatcher!!:grin::grin: Please tell us about your adventures.
I almost fell over in my boat I was so overjoyed that the ship was sailing toward me. Finally a chance for rescue! For survival!
The editors are having a good time. I can hear them talking and laughing from here. Oooooooo! They just started some music! I think that they are dancing! Fun! The Macarena! The YMCA! The Chicken Dance! The Cha Cha Slide! etc. etc. etc!
Our guardianship is done. The Editors have provided us with the secret.
The Musiverse has no edge. It is an endless continuum of space-time, from distant past to all possible futures.
When I expressed my disappointment, the Editors said that they would grant us a boon: nine voyages through time and to parallel universes.
Upon returning to the Zommer Vaycayshun, I found nine silvery canisters attached to the tholiatomine drive. Perhaps these contain the mysterious fuel that allows the voyages.
Cool! 9 voyages! Where will we go first?
SHIPS’ LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
I was becoming a bit worried about Stormwatcher, so I indeed set out on a mission to find him. While I was away, the still-recovering Musicman was in charge, and Stormwatcher appeared in the crow’s nest. While searching for him, I encountered some unfavorable winds, but made two discoveries. First, the pi-rates don’t bother you on the second way through. Second, I found a huge treasure chest, full of old maps and helpful information. And yes, some “treaure” too…
One more week of whirlpools…with these new maps, I am going to try to make an accurate prediction of what lies ahead.
Captain HAWK
154- I believe thou meanest “when will we go first?”.
I suggest that we go to two parallel universes- one in which the JadeOp side hath won the Pie War, and the other in which the LOPWAPDU hath won- instead of forming the Treatie of Lemone Meryngue and creating our glorious nation of Museica.
Let us go first to the world of the LOPWAPDU victory, which will henceforth be named “Pwerra,” being a portmanteau of “prairie dog,” “pie war,” and “Terra.”
Forgive me, Captain, for my ignorance, but what is “LOPWADU”?
yes ,caption!
* put fuel into tank,puts the sytem to “pwerraviuse ” and hits go*
“vroo…” the ship is spining, caption!
we pop out and we are in a time warp.. we are going just below the speed of light…
we are on pwerra… and ,whats this? prarillius canix is the king!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!
It’s true. Pwerra started like Museica, but entirely under the domain of the Lovers Of Pie Wars And Prairie Dogs United. The continents of Museica, Muserland and Dor were completely ruled by the LOPWAPDU, as was Navenk. Southern Rowlik was a subject state, but a bitter Pie War was going on in the North between the native Large Intelligent Rodents and the LOPWAPDU armies. A far bloodier war for the Gulf of Dornavenk exhausted most of the LOPWAPDU forces, however, and a JadeOp uprising in Museica plunged the northern part of the LOPWAPDU empire into chaos. FantasyFan enacted a strict dictatorship over Southern Rowlik, while the North was given its freedom. Emogrl argued that Navenk be given up, but FF disagreed, and the LOPWAPDU split, with a Pie War Lover kingdom in Southern Rowlik and the original LOPWAPDU in Muserland and Dor. A JadeOp state began to rise in Museica. Peace was eventually made between the three sides, but Pwerra had a much longer history of war than our current timeline, and hostilities still seethe between the Dornavenkians and the Museicans. Space was never explored; Lunar Museica never established. Prarilius Canix is indeed the king of the Lopwapdu.
Oh, my. I’m not sure how I feel about this. . . . Eep. I wonder if I’m in this world.
*wanders around looking for another Alice/Reaia*
there is no cheif justice here! I don’t exite!
160- I believe that you would have been put off by the carnage and never entered Museica. So, no alter ego here.
Wow. Brain Over load.
Ack…ok, where are we?
(I’m sorry I’m always the one asking for updates, but I keep losing it, you know? :oops:)
164- look on ppp. I put were we were.
So, in other words, we’re in a place where Parilius Canix is king and space was never explored? But we have been exploring it! Oh, wait, that’s in another world. *thinks really hard* *thinks TOO hard* *has another brain overload*
Wow. 2 overloads in one day. That’s really hard on the head. Where’s Cheesy? Cheesy?! CHEESY?!!
OMG! If we haven’t explored space then we haven’t met the cheesies! Whitch means that Cheesy isn’t traveling with us! Whitch means that Cheesy and all other cheesies are still inslaved on their natiive planet!
166- no, cheesy is back on the ship, sleeping. cheesys don’t do well going in to parrell universes.
166- No. In our home universe, we DID explore space, and the Cheesies were freed. In Pwerra, the Cheesies were never found.
OK. *deep sigh of relief*
That reminds me. I need to check something in Museica.
In the Musiverse, the antigravite supply is controlled by a pierate captain and his rogue aerial city. However, in Pwerra, there is a full supply in Muserland. If I dye my hair blond, I will be identical to my double here, and I’ll be able to use the King’s authority to order negative three tons of antigravite or so. We can put that on the Zommer and deliver it back to Museica.
*takes jollyboat, bringing Reiea with him as she is the coxswain*
I’ll be back soon.
Bye Parilius! Don’t do anything mischeivious while you’re away that we would have wanted to participate in!
I managed to get hold of it. On to the timeline where the JadeOp won.
155- Tell us the information!!
173- While I support my former.current side, after seeing what Pwerra, I think our world, with the Treaty, probably fared best. I wonder how things are going there… *braces self for Univverse-jump*
sir , the ship is prepared. on to jade-ops wining!
I dub this world Jadopiverse. Now to see what it looks like….
SWEET APPLE RHUBARB, WHAT IS THIS?
Okay… calm down, get a grip… *breathes deeply*
It looks as though, after they won, the two sides separated and began pieing each other unmercifully. Both of them then invented nuclear pies, and due to mutually assured destruction, they refrained from fighting for one uneasy year. Then war broke out again, and the entire world was plunged into a nuclear dessert winter. Glaciers of glowing mint chocolate chip advanced from the north, crushing Jadestone fortresses, while radioactive blue raspberry sno-cone blizzards ravaged the Op territory.
As the human race teetered on the brink of extinction, the Op council again made peace with Jadestone, and Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas created a huge convoy of pumpkin-apple starships, known as the Thanksgiving Fleet. The Musers remaining alive were loaded into these ships and set off across the universe. The Ops colonized Raspecan, where they live in happy conflict with the Crusty Crougers, while the Jadestones went on to Alpha Kokopelli, and now rule a galactic empire from their capital world, which we know as the PPP. Earth is dead.
sir, this is to much. let go. on to chuck norris world!
SHIPS’ LOG OF THE SEA HAWK
*BUMp* *clank_cLUnK*
Those were common sounds over the last few days. We sailed through a difficult patch of whirlpools, but we made good progress. The ship moved around a lot, but after a thorough search, conducted by First mate Musicman and I, no structural damage was discovered.
Gwen has been trying to console the weeping and sobbing Kagy after her spice rack was knocked over in the rockings of the ship.
I’m not feeling well. It must be sea-sickness, as the ship was shaking a bit more than I’m used to. The rest of the crew isn’t complaining, but Gwen is puzzeled and was not able to make a diagnosis.
In three days we will be out of the whirlpool wastesea, and into the sunny sea stretch. A pleasant change…
Captain HAWK
177-Golly…that’s pretty intense, but…um…I still don’t know what’s going on.
Wow! That is intense! And depressing.
~Angel Kag Cooks Log~
ACURSED WHIRL POOLS THOU HAST SPOILED MINE SPICE RACK FOR THE LAST TIME!
whew! that was a bad one! spices everywhere! we must be glad none of the jars broke. I am about to experiment with some very dangerouse pies so I’ll just ask you all to stay clear of the kitchen for a while. Pastry can be a very fickle thing.
love Kagy,
I think that our world fared best. Now to the world where the Norrisers won the first pie war.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Hm… Captain has been seasick lately. Quite unusual in a sailor who has spent so much time at sea. I would put it down to sensitivity of the whirlpools, but even when they calm down for a time, he remains rather ill. I’ll have to do a further investigation later.
Angel Kag is terribly upset about her spicerack, poor dear. The major trading island, Port Pineapple, comes a short distance after the Whirpool Wastes. Maybe I’ll buy her a special rack there.
I hear thunder in the distance. I see nothing on the horizon, but there is a definite boom of thunder. We’ll be encountering foul weather before we’re out of the whirlpools.
Wow. I think that I’m getting jetlag after all of this time traveling. *yawns*
can someone explain to me about the pierats and the whole idea of this universe? basicaly where things are and stuff. please?
SHIPS’ LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
The true identity of my sickness has been revealed! After several days stuck in bed, with Musicman in charge, I realized what it actually was (and is): a case of The SKOOL. I hope to recover soon so I can help around ship some…
We have just sailed into the sunny stretch, maybe it will make me feel better…
Kagy is working on her spice rack and some rather nois-KABOOOM!-y pies.
Captain HAWK
~Angel Kag the Cooks Log~
funny how the nickname i made for myself (Kagy) has become so popular!
I’ve almost completed my secret recipy for the explosive pies, I just need some lime juiice but i may have trouble obtaining it as GwendolynOTES informes me we’re runnig low. and although I agree that everyones health comes first, i hope we get to a port soon.
love,
Kagy
Oh. Oh my. *sniffle* I don’t think that this traveling to parallel universes is my thing. I don’t react well. Let’s leave.
The Norriser’s world, huh? I don’t think that I’m going to like this….
Sorry, but who are Norrisers?
SEA LOG
I have yet to find out about this bizarre new world I have sailed into. I hope to learn on my journey. The waves roll me and rock me until I spot sight of a harbor. “Ai!” I shout in relief. Fearing the hostility of the peoples amongst me, I dare not dock at the harbor until I’m for certain that the natives are friendly.
190- The people on Chuck Norris’ side in the Great Pie Wars. I wasn’t in the Great Pie Wars, but now, a year or more after, I am on the side of Watership Down.
OK! Well, this world kind of seems……………interesting. It’s kind of………empty. Where is everyone?
*jumps as a person appears out of thin air*
“Who are you and what do you want?!” he shouts.
What? How did he do that?
I’m confused.
I told the man who jumped out of thin air that we were simply visiting. Instead of a friendly greeting, he waves his hands and we are instantly surrounded by armed pie soldiers. Hmmmmmm. This is a little harsh.
SHIPS’ LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
I was able to take command and let Musicman rest today. The sunny strech extends a while farther, maybe about three more days in this good weather. According to the information from the treasure chest, beyond the sunny stretch, farther than our old maps went, is a slightly rougher area, with favorable winds for the most part but a few storms. The good news is there is a bay, where we could stop and rest, maybe explore and/or get some more supplies. It doesn’t really say if anyone lives there, but anyone who does shouldn’t be able to attack us.
Kagy needs lime juice for her pies, so maybe we will see some good trees on the land with that bay I mentioned.
Captain HAWK
P. S. Kagy-do you mind if I call you kagy? I just thought it was a nice way to shorten your name, but if you aren’t fond of it just let me know!
195- i love Kagy i just think it’s funny how well it’s caught on.
Oh my. We are in jail. This is bad news. Apparently, this certain section of the Musiverse we landed in is VERY hostile.
Could I start to join? I’m still confused as to the excact purpose of this thread tho’. Is it communicated through logs?
198- basicaly we’re all on ships. the sea-hawk is Rt-H’s ship. come join it’s nice here, i’m his cook. and we do logs’ to tell our crews men what’s going on. if you were to join the SH you would write about what’s going on on the ship from your point of view. I read other poeples posts on the sea hawk and then decide what i’m going to write so that it fits with the story line.
Hmmm…I might make my own ship, but I don’t know…
199- good def. but we can talk outside of logs. on the blackfooted ferret and zommer vachsion we do not use logs that much.
Yeah. Right now, the Zommer Vakayshun is time traveling through different dimensions. Each dimension represents a time time where each different side has son the Great Pie War.
It’s very dark in this jail cell. The only light comes from (if you can beleive it) a glow in the dark pie. It is actually the most amazing pie I’ve ever seen, next to my own kiwi chocolate cream pies. My pies taste good. What would a glow-in-the-dark pie taste like?
I prefer the log form, but I of course do talk to my crew outside of them. The logs make the information easy to understand for just about anyone, so those outside of the ship can read them.
I, man-gator: We would love to have you on the Seahawk. Hop on now, or if you want to pack your things we could pick you up at the next port in a couple of days.
Where is everyone?
Our cook seems to have disappeared, and we are flying over the surface of Norrisworld. The topography is very different. Of course, such a radical change in history would have caused radically different patterns of pie impacts.
Ewwwwww! Yuck! Glow in the Dark Pies don’t taste good at ALL! I tried one and it tasted like some of those nasty lolipops that doctors give you that taste like they are made of medicine. Bleh! Now I feel as though my stomach is riding on a rollercoaster! :sickly: (Hmmmmmmm. We need one of those smilies.) Perhaps I’d better sit down………..
*sits down on stone in the floor*
*stone drops away*
*falls through hole*
Where am I?
*Barf*
*eyes grow wide*
My………my finger nails are……..glowing!
*panics*
OK. I’m back to normal now. But, where am I? It’s VERY dark!
*uses finger nails for light*
I’m………..I’m in a wine cellar. There’s a door on the other side of the room. What’s on the other side? :nervous:
~Angel Kag the cook’s log~
lalalalalala i have perfected my pies, instead of lime juice i add vinager. pure genius if I ask me. Tralalalalala.
love Kag
Well I am happy to say that no one was on the other side of the door except, strangely, a chipmunk. Even more strangely, the chipmunk glowed like the neon pie. I crept through the building with out mishap. I didn’t run into anyone until I made my way to the kitchens. I was lucky, everyone was having dinner, I guess that that was why I hadn’t seen anyone. I snuck past the kitchen, hoping I was headed toward an exit. Unfortunatly, the main door was being guarded, but I made it out alright. They had a nice little chute in the wall that led outside that seemed that it had been built just for me. Actually, it wasn’t. It was built for the garbage, but I escaped, right?
I hadn’t been traveling away from the castle I had been imprisoned in for long before I was stopped again. Actualy, I didn’t think that I had been stopped at first because it was only a few chipmunks but before I knew it, I was surrounded by hundreds of them, and they were all glowing neon green. I think that they attacked me because I just woke up and I have found myself tied up to a tree. I would be upset right now, if I had truly realized what had happened. I just can’t seem to get my mind around the fact that I’ve been captured by a bunch of chipmunks.
Well, I’m still tied up to this tree. At least the chipmunks aren’t starving me. They gave me an offering of small walnuts to eat. For whatever reason I am their captive, it can’t be for THAT bad of a reason, seeing as they are going to the trouble of foraging for food for me. I can only hope that they don’t suddenly decide that I’m not worth the effort.
We should probably rescue you, shouldn’t we?
We’re trying to figure out where she is.
Too true…
Any ideas, sir?
Or make that:
Sir, kiwimuncher is missing. Do you know where she is?
Too informal…
Ah, forget it. They both mean the same thing and so would anything else I said, however I phrased it.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Well, it seems that the glowing chipmunk leqder has just tried to communicate with me, but ufortunately, I don’t understand the chipmunk language. I can tell tat the leader is now frustrated with me because he got upset and threw an acorn at my head.
EEEK!
I have NO idea what’s going on! It seems that I am actually being guarded by the guards of the chipmunk leader! And, can you beleive it, the other glowing chipmunks are having a strike, or something like that! This is starting to get weird. Perhaps I should start seriously thinking about escape before the guards decide I’m not worth it and leave me to the local chipmunk population.
Mwahaha! One of the shells of a walnut I ate is sharp! Mwahaha!
*cuts bonds*
I shall escape tonight!
I will be leaving the blog temporarily soon. I leave command of the Black-footed Ferret and the Zommer Vaycayshun with Jadestone until I return.
I have taken over jadestone’s position intill prarillius canix comes back. what is she, again?
*waves a teary goodbye to P.C*
I shall miss you.
*sneaks out of the chipmunk camp*
Sadly, I would have been fine in my escape had it not been for my glowing finger nails. I had almost made it away before I was spotted. The mob of chipmunks ran at me, so I had to sprint away at top speed. At the moment, I am running through a dark expanse of trees trying to doge thosands of well aimed walnuts that are being flung at my head from the tree tops. :tired:
WHERE IS THE CREW OF THE SEA HAWK??????? GUYS GET BACK HERE!
Sorry. I’m not in the Sea Hawk’s crew. Though y0ou guys really haven’t been around in a while. Perhaps we should go scoutoing around the blog to find them…………
221- red-tailed hawk has dissapeared. *sob* COME BAAACK CAPTAIN!!!!!
I escape from the trees and run across a large sandbank to the ocean. The chipmunks are now following me. I hear a few shrill noises that sound a lot like war cries. This is bad because I no longer have anywhere to go! Oh! Wait! I see something on the horizon! It’s……… It’s a…………jellyboat?
222- I’ll post!:smile:
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There has been several disturbances today. There always seems to be a shadow looming overhead, although as soon as you look up it disappears. There have also been sevvral loud booming sounds from the mainland.
*****
We are still flying over the Norrisers world after PC makes his departure, a sad time for all of us. Hopefully, he will return soon, and there will be much rejoycing.
For now though, I see a shape on the distant horizon. This different country is slightly confusing, and our navigation is off. Hopefully, we;ll be able to find a map…
OMG!
*jumps up and down frantically*
It’s the Black Footed Ferret!!!
*leaps into the ocean and swims toward the ship*
Help! I’m being chased by crazy glowing chipmunks!!
*sees small shape over the sea*
“captain, there is a person down there!”
~Angel Kag the cook’s log~
I’m worried, an attack seems to be brewing. the main land becomes more restless the closer we get, smoke dots the horrizon. I myself am stocking up on pies. if a battle comes we will be prepared.
SHIPS’ LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
The crew has been rather quite lately *scoffs at himself* *sorry* but kagy has completed her pies.
We were delayed in the rough seas for over ten days, trying to escape a sea monster that kept attacking the ship. We don’t have much information on this area as it is so far out, so I had no idea that would try to attack us, or even that it existed. I think it best to stay at least 20 myoozles away from the bay I thought we could stop in, as we all have heard booms from the land. The old information from the treasure chest never mentioned problems there, but, of course, the information is old and not complete.
Our pie cannons will easily reach the land from that distance. The farthest the smallest of our pie cannons can fire to is about 25 myoozles, so we should be able to resolve any problems from that safe distance.
I am helping stormwatcher look out for enemy ships. Musicman is at the helm, and the mighty Seahawk, defender of all of Muse-ish lands, sails on!
Captain HAWK
“Hello?” The doctor called, her voice echoing slightly.
Wow! Was I ever glad to see the Black Footed Ferret!
We have now left those crazy chipmunks behind! They were actually rather scary, having the glowing thing and all……….
Right now, I am in the ship’s kitchen baking some fresh cinnamon rolls and our ship is sailing toward……….toward……….
Where are we sailing toward?
231- what? I thought we where on the zommer vacashtion ? we are leaving this world, going to the watership downers.
232) Well, we are a fleet of 2 ships, The Black Footed Ferret and the Zommer Vacashtion.
Oh! OK! Watership Downers, Ho! (“Ho” means “Yay! Let’s go!” don’t get smart on me)
233- I don’t even know how I could be smart about that!?
on ward!
234) Oh. Sorry, I was not just talking to you, but to anyone who should read it. I find that a lot of the students in my class at school would take the word “Ho!” like that and change it into another meaning.
the watershipdowner’s land seems to be ruled by… BUNNIES?!
That’s right, Bunnies. they are from watership down, and align with the H_B on Pie isle.
bunnies?! WOW!
that’s………….scary.
Pink…………everywhere
237- your right. would we what to go yet?
237- What? Watership Down had normal bunnies!
Oh No! This is the world of the Watership Downers. Most of the bunnies were normal, until a few pink ones camem\ in. Then, the normal bunnies decided that they liked being pink better, so they dyed their fur pink. Now, it is very difficult to disiffer whether a bunny is pink, or normal.
240- I see.
*The Black Footed Ferret and the Zommer Vaycayshun touch down in the world ofk the Watership Downers*
Oh! Look! There’s a bunny, who looks pink. The only question now is if the bunny is naturally pink or an imposter pink bunny!
:idea:?
Question on the hot pink bunnies: Is their fur pink, or is their skin pink?
Can I re-join the Black-Footed Ferret? Is Canix back yet?
Please forgive my absence.
245- he just came back, about a mintine ago.
244- depends on the type. if it is a REAl HPB its skin is. if it is a WATERSHIP DOWN BUNNEY have been dyed pink, so just there fur is.
A-yup. I’m back. Someone fill me in?
247- I’m not too sure about what’s been going on myself. I’ve realized that since changing my name I’ve done absolutely nothing but lurk.
247- Er, I said farewell and sterred us towards the WDers universe as you had planned, then we found it populated with unnverving amounts of bunnies. The ones that wern’t naturally pink dyed their fur to match, and now it seems all humans rush to obey any order the bunnies give from fear of it being one of the few true HPBs that slipped in.
249- O.o Awkward.
cap’t, let us exporle somemore here, then go back to our univesre, saving the last four jounrys for later. they might come in handy.
also cap’t we have a squirrel named buckey, whos a KILLER, as you might recall for the last therd is… whats that guy who took that other persons magic name? can we get rid of it?
Yes. Drop Bucky/Great Hornbeam off here.
Ships log of tenth mate the man for aeiou
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we have droped the great hornbeam in the WDer’s world. the captian will tell us were to go next.
I have not regularly ventured out of the ship lately. I think that it’s because this world is filled with mutant rodents. The last time I made contact with mutant rodents, I was tied to a tree and forced to eat walnuts for days. NOT fun! At the moment, I am preparing for dinner. I am in the mood for BarBQing something. Perhaps we shall have BBQ chicken with corn on the cob and cobbler made from a strange, new fruit that is popular in this new world. Surprisingly, this fruit is pink. What a coincedence.
I don’t think that we should eat the pink fruit. I’ve read too many books about…things like that.
No pink fruit! Use peach-almond hybrids. You don’t have to take the pits out.
Oh OK.
OOOOOOO! Peach-almond hybrids! YUM! Wait………what are peach-almond hybrids?
Hmmmmmm. Perhaps I should look it up in the dictionary.
*grabs dictionary*
*reads definiton*
Oh! I know what it is now! Interesting, I’ve never heard of peach-almond hybrids before…………….
Probably because I made it up. But it is theoretically possible.
258- You may have made it up, but it actually exists. I googled it.
WOWSERS! It really does exist? COOL!
I guess that means that I should get busy on the cobbler!
where are we going after this?
259, 260- SWEET!
261) Uhhhhhhhhh. Somewhere. Right now, we are in the land of the Watership Downers.
263- I know that! I took us here!
264) Oops!
Sorry!
I look out my cabin window and see a bunch of pinkish looking bunnies hopping toward our ship. Perhaps they want to negotiate………
SHIPS’ LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Great banana pies! Really!
We found a whole roost of pi-rates outside of their normal area on that land! Battling each other! We pied the land to a nice banana creaminess and landed in an inlet. This is a new land-just what we were looking for! Plus we stopped all of those pi-rates!
Who new they were even out there? No one else has known of this place for centuries!
We are of course looking for pi-rate treasures since there were so many of them here…
Captain HAWK
~angel kag the cooks log~
ahhh. the fresh smell of banana cream wafts over me. a thank-you for my hard work at pastry construction. I wander over to a large rock by the sea shore. there are some strange markings on it.
“HEY HAWK!” I bellow. the captyain comes over to stand next to me.
“what is-” he pauses mid question surveying the rock. I know we’ve found something great.
love, Kagy
The rabbits have hopped up onto our deck. At the moment, I am trying to figure out if our visitors are actual pink bunnies or merely pink bunny wannabes. The leader seems to be trying to speak to us, but seeing as he only speaks bunny language and that his mouth is rudly filled with some kind of crude carrot, we can’t really understand him. I’m guessing that we’ve done something wrong in their eyes because the other bunny ambassadors are figeting nervously behind their carrot eating leader. Does anyone speak bunny here?
SHIPS’ LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
In our wanderings on this strange new land, Kagy found something astonishing-something I didn’t think we would find if we went 1,000 Myoozels farther into the unknown.
She found the marker-the marker of the spot where the two great pi-rate lords fought several hundred thousand years ago!!!!!
The end of the duel was thought to have left both leaders killed and the land sunk under the sea!
But that isn’t how it happened-we know now! Somehow, they realized how crazy it was that they were using their strength to fight each other, and that they were actually brothers! So they signed the rock on the spot, and that is what I am reading now.
I’m glad we found that treasure chest ealier so I woould be able to translate this! I believe those two pi-rates are on the loose now, spending all of their energy to try to destroy the Muse-lands!
We must soon depart to help defend against them! I think our ship sails a bit faster than their’s, so we should be able to catch up.
Congradulations to Kagy for finding this amazing rock!
Captain HAWK
I have to go to school now.
268- Lapin, yes, I do speak it.
Sort of. If I know how to say “thousand” and “little’, only I’m not too sure about the second one.
Be right back.
Oops, forgot an e. That should be Lapine.
Let me go get my dictionary.
I’m going to school now, but I’d very much like a chance to act as translator.
I like “Lapin.” It reminds me of Latin.
Can I join someone’s crew?
272- But it’s from Watership Down, as you should know. *looks meaningfully at him*
274- good. I know the pink bunneys version, which is very different.
Can we have a new Ship’s Log thread soon please?
276- the GAPAs have said: 400 posts, or intill it take to long to load.
oh
it was 300 before
273-We could pick you up when we get back to Museica in a bit.
273) Or, you could join the Black Fotted Ferret or the Zommer Vaycayshun! Right now, we are in the land of the Watership Downers!
The pink rabbits, I still can not tell if they are real or not, are now talking with the man for aeiou. I wonder what they are saying. The man for aieou has a worried expression on his face!
oh dear. the bunneys are foe, for they have sent all our type to pieceful pie planet, to mine for pies. I am worryed. they have geven me time to tell you this, but have taken me hostage.
Oh NO!
Those meanie bunnies! We must save the man for aeiou!
PC and Jadestone have retired to the captain’s cabin. I hope that they are devising a plan to rescue the man for aeiou. At the moment, I am cooking up a scrumptious dinner of corn beef, potatoes, my secret scumptious peas (for strong bones and a clear mind, extra long nose hairs seem to be a side effect), and chocolate cream pudding. Yum.
A good, harty dinner for those who are getting ready to go on a long, hard mission!
why is no one saving me?
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
*Sputters through thick pie glop*
Weh hahv behn fihyting thoz pi-rates–*finds towel and wipes face off*–on the island for five days! Kagy and I were standing by the rock when First Mate yelled “THEY’RE COMING!!!!!!!” We then raced to the ship and grabbed our pie bazookas! Good thing they were loaded with the chef’s latest pies! Stormwatcher protected the ship, while Musicman, Kagy, and I fought the pi-rates into the land! Gwen was of course standing by for the wounded, and I stopped once and a while for a bit of water and lime juice. We finally got them to surrender and promise never to bother Musers again. We then searched the island today for any hidden pi-rates, and declared the new land a Muse-reading land.
We sailed out tonight. I have chosen a course that will bring us farther west and slightly North. We’ll see what we can find!! Nothing on the maps for several days of sailing, so we should have some time to recover, or a surprise!
Captain HAWK ?=]
285) I apologize. I, as the cook, am not qualified to make such desitions as leading a rescue mission. That is the job for the captain, or first mate. That is why they are making plans in their cabin. Afterall, this rescue needs a very well structured plan to inable it to work! Just hold tight! We’ll get you out! In fact, for the occasion, I am devising an unpinkafying dye gun. This gun will turn all fake pink bunnies back to their origonal color. That way, we will know who’s a pink bunny and who’s not, so we will know who to attack/avoid. What’s even cooler, the bunnies won’t even feel the dye because of the special texture of it! So they won’t even notice the unpinkafying gun, unless, of course, they look at themselves to find that they are no longer pink.
Jadestone, take Kiwimuncher in the Haus (our jellyboat) and try to find out where TMFA’s been taken. Then report back here so that we can make a plan.
288- thank you!
OK! Let’s go!
*jumps onto the Haus*
*glares happily/wickedly at the unpinkafying gun*
*calls after them*
DON’T DO ANYTHING RASH!!
*sees Kiwimuncher staring at the unpinkafying gun*
Oh, well, I tried.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
******~~~~CRAASSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~*******
*Ship sways in the stiff wind and pounding waves*
FIRE THE EMERGENCY CANNONS!!!!!!! *BOOOM!~* *crashsplOoEY!!!!!!!!!*
Graaaahjgr! JigtinBrankonk!!!!!!!!!! * can’t understand over the surf* AAAAAAAAHHHHHH*BOOOM*
*bOUNDS to the helm of the ship* *frantically steers over leaping waves*
We came into some storms! And some…great…sea beast!
Everyone is doing all they can in less time than possible. *booom* I’m trying to steer us out of this weather. I see a clearer area ahead. Hoist the sails to catch the wind! Onward we go!
No leaks yet. What a great ship!
Captain HAWK
292- Awww… It reminds me of my first voyage. Such sweet memories… *nostalgia*
Right now, I’m sitting in a bar that is filled with a lot of bunnies that may, or may not be pink. I wouldn’t know, because Jadestone told me not to use my unpinkafying gun.
I know why I shouldn’t use it, but these bunnies are annoying me. For example, there’s this one that I’m totally POSITIVE is NOT a actual pink bunny, but he’s boasting to his friends about being truly pink anyway. I don’t like liars. 
Well, anyway, Jadestone is sitting across the bar, talking casually with the bartender who is supposedly the town gossip. I think that some really juicy information is going across the table because Jadestone has been talking to the bartender for a long while.
I shift in my seat and watch the bunnys around me. Perhaps I’ll hear something that could help us. I don’t. I hear the same annoying bunny talking about how cool he is because he’s a true pink bunny. Ha! Yeah, right! Oh! Oops! He heard me!
*the bunny turns around and glares at me*
asdkfgbaosidlhfnelekadsjfp;ls.mf;l.msl?
transaltion: (You got a problem human?)
Ooooooooooooo! Bad situation! I despise lying though…………..
“Yes, I do have a problem.” I say. “You’re not actually a true pink bunny”
*The pink bunnies eyes practically pop out of his sockets*
kefjadhsokfjaesdlfjesdlk/afoiaslk?!!!!
translation: (You can’t prove it you ***** human!)
Ooooooooooo! Insult! How rude!
Well, HA! I can prove it! 
*shoots unpinkafying gun at the annoying bunny*
HooHoo! I was RIGHT! He really wasn’t a real pink bunny!
Oh…..
Oops………
Everyone’s staring at me………
I think that I’m in trouble………..
Our covers kind of blown isn’t it?
Let’s skeedaddle!
294- What did I tell you? :roll::mad::roll::mad::roll:
295) I don’t know, he deserved it.
Well, we are now back on the Blackfooted Ferret. Jadestone really did get a lot of juicy information off of the bartender. TMFA is being held in the PBVGHHJ. (Pinkbunnyville Government Human Hostage Jail) This is a tall tower which is used to store their numerous amounts of human hostages. To bad, this jail is practically a fortress. How will we get in?
Gosh, I haven’t been posting much lately have I? Sorry. I really will make an effort to post more, but I’m not too good aboiut coming up with original and useful plans.
Kiwimuncher, what did you use to make the unpinkafying gun, and could you replicate the chemical reaction in very large quantities? If you could, we could shoot it out of the cannons at the city, and then take advantage of the confusion to get to the PBVGHHJ. We could take more guns with us and distract the rabbits by unpinkafying them as we go so that they’re too confused to follow us for long. We could then free TMFA and possibly some others as we go, get back to the Black-Fotted Ferret, and leave as quickly as possible.
What do you think? A bit reckless, perhaps, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Oooooooooo! Let’s do it!
Yes, I beileive that I can accomplish making mthe liquid in large quanties. Although, I shall have to use a rather large mixing bowl!
anything to help! I’m seeing what happens to humans in this land, and it any pretty… :O
*all of a sudden gets all dark, quiet, and smelly* Umm… Where are we? Ick.
300th post.
wow. 2 months. I wonder if the GAPAS would get us a new theard? after all, the rest of the museivesre has new theards…
301- As soon as we rescue you, let’s unanimously beg the GAPAs for a new thread.
302- Right-o.
PLAN
Alice and Kiwimuncher will be one team, Jadestone and I the other. We outfit ourselves with whatever things we think will be useful on a rescue mission.
Deemo Elbunn, our HPB loblolly boy, will dress up as an HPB guard. Both teams will wear fake shackles. We will then advance on the PBVGHHJ. If challenged, Elbunn will claim to be transporting dangerous prisoners. He will obtain TMFA’s location from another guard.
Once in a secluded place, we will take off the fake shackles. Jadestone and I will run to the opposite end of the prison and make as much commotion as we can. Alice, Kiwimuncher and Elbunn will go to TMFA’s cell, free him and leave.
Difficulties will be overcome by improvisation. Any questions?
None at all, sir. Just let me get some useful things…
*rummages around in sea-chest* Pie pistols–two of them–mumblemumble mumblematches, string, pocket-knife, energy bars…
I’m ready!
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
We broke free of the beast! It was some new species, at least nobody had ever survived to write of it before, so that’s interesting. We aren’t making good progress since we are low on hands (and feet). I hope Kagy returns soon from her adventure to go tell the Museicans of the pirates. I’m afraid the crew will one by one beg Gwen to remove their taste buds if I’m the cook much longer…
We are of course open to new volunteers. There are many positions available.
Captain HAWK
Costumes on? Check. Equipment? Check. Let’s move out.
Can I re-join the Black-Footed Ferret once you’re done your current mission? *Pleads*
I’ve been improving my doctoring skills…
308- I would say yes, but I am tried up.
308- Sure.
Well, we have now begun our rescue mission! I’ve got my fake shackles on and I’m shuffleing thorugh the streets of HotpinkBunnyville. I’m trying to keep my face as blank as possible because, for some reason, this situation makes me feel like laughing.
We walk up to the PBVGHHJ and a guard stops us.
jkfa./djflksda/fo;jasdm;f?
(What is your destination, soldier?)
Our fake guard replies, “lkhefdlaskmf;ealjksfdo!”
(I’m taking these dangerous prisoners into the PBvGHHJ, sir!)
The guard waved us thourhg and……….. we were inside!
Yes!
Success!
Thank you!
so, how longer?
We entered unopposed. Deemo Elbunn led us into a deserted corridor, making inquiries from guards along the way. He then spoke hurriedly to me in the language of Qurtv’s Isle, something both he and I understood in our home continuum but didn’t even exist in this one. “TMFA’s in the corridor next to this one. Take off the chains and create a distraction! We’ll break him out!”
Jadestone and I slipped off our fake shackles and pondered what to do. Then I was inspired. I had brought five pounds of pure compressed sodium with me, so if I could just get to water…
I noticed gutters running along the corridor, filthy waste splattering and oozing through them. I figured that they must wash out of the cells and to a communal cesspool. We could follow the gutters, fling the sodium in, and- pardon the pun- create a big stink.
I explained the plan to Jadestone and we ran off.
Ready, kiwimuncher? Ready, Elbunn?
315) Absolutly!
Good. Let’s go.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
To avoid storms, I have changed our course, and we will be going directly west for a little while. This will take us into another mild stretch, but fear not, I have adventure in store!
Captain HAWK ?=}
At the moment, we are trying our best to be sneaky imposters who are pretending to not be imposters. This is actually a big switch for everyone. We usually don’t do all this sneaking around, we usually just run in, guns blazing (for lack of a good analogy if that’s even what you would call it).
So, anyway, we are walking thourhg the halls of the PBVGHHJ actin like we belong here. I find that this is a better plan then just “running in, guns blazing” because we haven’t been caught yet!
We stride confidently toward the section of the jail in which TMFA is being held. Ooooooooooooooo! Here’s the place and it looks pretty top secret! Those Pink Bunnies really take there job seriously! There are a lot of doors that all look the same. Which one is inhabited by TMFA?
I heard the party coming closer. I deciad it would be a good time to yell.
I decided it would be a good time to create a diversion.
I hurled the sodium bomb into the cesspit.
The ensuing explosion ignited the flammable gases rising from the putrid mess of ordure, plunging Jadestone and me into the middle of an inferno. We ran back into the tunnel only to see a heavily armed squadron of HPBs bouncing toward us at top speed, accompanied by the harsh wail of a Klaxon. Rushing back out, we squeezed onto a narrow ledge that ran around the hundred-foot circumference of the cesspool. One wrong move would plunge us both to an incendiary and rather revolting death. I was beginning to hope TMFA really appreciated this.
Listen! I think I heard TMFA’s voice! It was coming from this door…
“Prarillius! Realia! Jadestone! kiwimuncher! You Came! Now help me!”
Well naturally we came, and naturally we’ll help you, but how?
The bunnies began edging along the ledge in both directions, firing as they went. We would be trapped in the middle. Going down was not an option. The heat was like a blast furnace. Going up…
I rummaged in my pockets and came up with a spring-loaded suction cup on the end of a steel cable. I fired it directly upward, tugged it to make sure it was secure, then began climbing.
324-“these doors are made of four inches of steel. there unlocked, just impossible to move without help. if you pull and I push we can move it!”
“Okay!” *pulls very hard* “Are you pushing it, TMFA?”
“yes! just a little more…! done!”
Jadestone and I swarmed up the line together. The choking smoke had hopefully prevented the guards from seeing our change of plans. We reached an iron hatch in the wall just as the line ran out, and both stepped through.
328- “Good. Come on! To the Black-Footed Ferret!”
we are back on the black-footed Ferret/ zommer vashion
Angel Kag the cooks log
*climbs wet and shaking over the side of the boat* *lands on deck less than gracefully* Stom…monster… got away… have to tell you…. *slumps to floor, breathing shallowly*
The hatch led to a narrow set of winding stairs, which took us out into the open. Though a few HPBs took potshots at us, we reached the Zommer with little incident and took off.
New thread?
Granted.