06-06-2012, 12:01 AM
5/28/12
A Ship in Time
Before I went to sleep I had my usual intent to connect with people here, But I made a specific intent to connect with ( ). It was almost 6am so I drifted of pretty quickly.
I stood on a ship, It appeared to me to be something like a modern super yacht. But it seemed very advanced, like I could imagine it also taking to the sky. In some ways it reminded me of the Delphinus, but I didn’t see weapons that I recall. It sailed on “the sea”. The strange one from many of my dreams. Because ive dreamed in it so many times, I consider it “my” ship in some way, like my home. I do not know if that denotes ownership, or a sense of belonging however. There were many people on the ship, that I spoke with. It glided upon the sea, so smooth and steady, like a straight line veering neither to the left or right, not rocked by waves. It felt like riding magnetic levitation tram or train (Ive ridden one at the Getty center in los angeles takes one up the hill from the parking area). I believe it was on this ship, that I had a long conversation with ( ). It was more then a conversation, it was an awareness exchange or pooling. It felt similar to the dream I posted with the flagpoles, or others were ive talked about a weaving of awareness into a dream/perception. Or the excersises with the words, then people working together bridging the concepts. Holding hands. They all explain the same perception. Circles, etc. She presented me with a bundle. A book, a device that was compatible to me. (im not sure if that was here or latter when we got where we were going though). It was similar to a dream a week or two ago. In the other dream, it was ( ) who “moved” a large block of sheets of living words into me. But it was rough I/we didn’t know what we were doing as well. This transfer was smoother, but the bundle was very similar, it was made up from a group effort, or the pages were. But as it was last time, it was composed by a single persons effort, put together. This one was made by ( ). I simply accepted it with a smile. We didn’t insert it directly into my awareness’s cartridge slot. (Heh I had a funny image in the dream of an old Atari 2600, and trying to stick a game of pong into it...last time it went in upside down lol). This time i accepted it as a book or tablet (ipad) device.
There is a long section of dreaming that faded a bit. The ship moved through a tunell, or vortex of some kind, perhaps the eye of a storm or hurricane/cyclone. I remember rain falling in sheets, but still the ship did not rock. I recall things that looked like large flying fish...the size of school buses moving along side and in and out of the water. They were fascinating. Im not sure if things went right or they went wrong, I didn’t seem to have an opinion to be honest, just taking it all in. At some point it seemed like the ship moved through some timeless void, I think this was inside of the vortex.
Amnesia. I woke one day, seemed like after some time. I was dressed in what I would call rags. But I could see they were sown around what was left of my ships uniform. I sat up from my straw pallet I used for a bed, and touched an ( ) three star badge hidden under a smelly rag that was sown over it. The rag patch had ripped, and I found this insignia again. I remembered some. The ship (what I remember to write is what I remembered in the dream). I was me again, but me with an extra Decade or so in the middle between the ship and then. This place...It was weird. It seemed to be the dark ages. But it also was not really that. (It was sideways not back or forward in time) I walked out of the room I was in, outside to a courtyard. I was in a mostly decayed and fallen walled farm compound. Thatch roofs had caved in, walls had tumbled down. I was sleeping in a small section that had been repaired, a hovel really built in the walls of the larger structure. I walked across a weed chocked cobblestone courtyard, and drew a pale of water from a central well. I dumped this over my head, and shock myself like to wake up or sober up after a long and confusing night of sleep. Or partying. But in my case, it was to feel the sensation and focus my self a bit (lucidity excersise).
I returned to the hovel, and started rooting around in a half collapsed cabinet. It was here! The bundle. Now it was definitely a book...large, like an encyclopedia. Hard bound. I opened it a bit, it was written as if by a quill. I ran my fingers across a few lines and “read them”. One of the things I saw were all the people that were on the ship. I needed to find them. That was the first thing. I shoved the book, some straw, and turnips into a large sack and slung it over my shoulder. My feet were wrapped in animal skins...i tied this up and I was ready to travel. I had a rusty knife in my belt. I used this to dig under some stones in the corner of my dirt floored dwelling. I dug up a black metal? Box. I opened it. In it was a modern, polished pistol. Like a colt 45. and a service strap and ammo. Some in boxes some in loaded magazines. I careful strapped this to my upper leg, in a spot I could easily reach, hidden by a single fold of the rags. I was ready. I left the ruined farm. As I walked, I took note of the lack of animals. I briefly wondered how I had survived here so long, no food. Well turnips and onions I had to add to the bag. But I couldn’t remember farming. I was momentarily confused, but then it made sense. I cant recall how or why it did now though. I started walking down a hill. When I got to the bottom I looked back up. The building wasn’t a farm, it was a ruined castle mostly collapsed walls grown over with sage and grass. Interesting.
The roads were horrible, unsafe. Muddy ruts full of animal droppings and muck. The woods were full of robbers and monsters. And people just wandering, hungry, eyes sunken and flesh hanging like in famine. Yet I saw things they could eat. I hid in some brush and watched a group of men hanging around a tree. I thought they were gong to catch some birds to eat. But they stood with their mouths open. A bird pooped and one man leapt like an acrobat to catch it and swallow. Then another. Then the birds left. The other men, hungry, started digging in the muck. They were looking for offal to eat. Somebody found large horse pie, buried yet still steaming in the mud. He moved to shove it in his mouth, but one of the other men saw this and struck him to take it. It turned into a brawl, I saw the slash of a knife, and blood. The two men who were left split the horse pie, and then walked off down the road. I stared in horror at the corpses, the blood slowly, and thinly, tricking out of one mans mouth. And then...the earth drank it...then absorbed the men, they just sank into the ground like they never existed. When this happened, I saw...a patch of grass grow, and to the side, in a field, a willow tree sprung from the earth and grew to full size in a mere minute. After this I stayed in the fields and kept low.
I came to a crossroads, and I had to cross the road again, I was looking for the narrowest place to do so. But then I turned to my left, at where the roads actually met. There was a wagon, like a gypsy cart it had windows in the back. It had a broken axle and a shattered wheel. Their were reigns like would tether horses or oxen, but they just hung in the air and moved, I could hear but not see the animals. But I saw more of the thing people, some women and children this time as well as men, slashing at the people in the front bench, where the teamsters sit. There was a women and man sitting up there, fending off the hungry people with poles or staffs. I recognized the one dressed like a gypsy. The book in my pack started bouncing to go to them. It told me. “ ”. The hungry people were trying to get on the wagon, and some were trying to break through the back door. I saw another staff poking at them through the window. Somehow I know what to do. I take the turnip from my pack, and edge to some rocks above the wagon. I climb up them (no one sees me I guess) and take three bites of the turnip. The bites was like filling me, more then it looked. I instantly had to defaecate. I did so, an impossibly large pile. Then I begin to sing an eating song. The smell looks like skunks tail in a cartoon, the smell, kinda green lol. It moves like an arm to the hungry people. They all turn and stat making for the rocks to eat. I make sure they are all coming. Then I pull out the pistol. Bang, bang, bang, over and over, like a machine. All the hungry fall, and as before, they are absorbed into the muck. The people on the wagon are looking at me. I don’t say anything. First I hold my hands over the pile of ****. It turns into pure energy, and races back to the bites from the turnip. The turnip is whole. Then I walk to where the infected people were. I place my hand over the mud, and the bullets rise and I open the spent magazine, and they return to their proper place. I put everything away and run up to the wagon, laughing and smiling. I take out the book and hold it in my hands. I give everyone a hug and we are laughing. I look around and say “nice ride”. ( ) comes down and we prop the wagon up with a staff. And we run our hands along the broken axle and the wheel and they rebind. I go around to the back and open the door. Heh its ( ) with muddy boots, looking fierce holding a large knife before her to get anything that got in the wagon. I say “im happy to see you too” and there is another hug. So we all go outside and look around, talking mind to mind I didn’t catch it in my recall. Then we stop and I look up and say. “So which one of you stepped in **** and tracked it into the wagon?” there was a round of relived laughter at that. ( ) went into the back of the wagon with ( ), and myself and ( ) climbed ot the top of the wagon and gave a “yah” jerk of the reigns.
After this, for a long stretch of dreaming, things were like on a game map, or world map. The journey was represented by a red line moving towards a large city on the coast. Also from time to time id be in the wagon. Setting camp. Feeding the spirit animals (which was odd they ate like prayer). Talking to people, looking at the stars on the roof. Cleaning the gun. Sometimes having to use it. We found other people from the ship here and there. This one a circus performer in a village. That one a deputy. One had buried themself in the mud/ground for fear of the infected/being infected. It was a disease, a disease of land and plant and animals. The offal eaters. People would die, a new tree would form. And attract birds. Which ****. The infected would eat this energy, and when they died, a new tree was born or plant, or flower, depending on their strength. Some of them became like monsters too, and every person or animal they killed became a new plant. We would often read the book, or it would read to us. Even add to it, piece together what was going on. It was also a beacon, thats how we knew were to go...or rather, the spirit animals did. After some YEARS, we found everyone. The deserted lands were infected, but towards the coast, there were villages and cities still, but this was like a creeping, unwinable war. The only way to leave again was to find way to win.
Some years more have gone by. We found some way to slow or halt, but not reverse, the spread of the disease. We also, had knowings of things beyond this place. Firearms. Textile weaving techniques. Silk, mining. Again, I wake, and need to recall what is going on. But this time I wake in a great canopied bed. I get up and yawn and scratch my face. I slip into some velvet slippers, not rags, and don a robe. I step through some heavy curtains and onto a balcony. I am in a room high up in a large palace. I call for a servant and man appears with a silver platter. On it is a tobacco pipe, and a bowl. I pack the pipe and sit on chair and look out, slowly smoking as I wait for my breakfast. I look out on the city. It looks like Venice, Italy. White marble, a bustling sea port, smells and sounds. Beautiful sea...ahh the sea the boat was on. Gulls flap in the air. I look up. And low over the city, is a great airship. It has the Delphinus symbol on its side. The gondola is bristling with what look like muskets. Its patrolling the city. In the harbor, I see an iron clad. Another decade has gone by.
Its time for another meeting. This palace is the dodge's palace. (i had a room here not the dodge lol) I guess we got busy selling and trading after the plague was stalled. And from that an army. The plague was just the first wave. Soon, the power behind that plague, would erupt. An army of the dead, the infected, nightmares. Dead trees like hills, bones and beasts. Against this we had prepared, bootstrapped technology and organization from our awareness. We were discussing building new thing. We could just...just build a small number of aircraft. This was a design meeting. We had two templates we could forge. A larger, but slower, fighter bomber, or spitfires with pintel engines. We went back and forth. The faster spitfires would be good against flying beasts. The bombers would not do as well, but were cheaper to build (less advanced engines airframe needed less hard to make materials) and could defend against the flyers. I proposed we put 2/3 into the bombers, and 1/3 into the spitfires as cover for them. Let the flyers shove themselves at the bombers defenses, and the the fighters could swoop in and finish them. This seemed like a good tactical and production strategy. We always try to let the strategy dictate the tools, not the tools dictate the strategy. This was an important point. (Be proactive not reactive...yet flexable within that)
About 5 years latter. Im older. The invasion has come and gone. We won. Now the merchant city base in a vast empire. I’m a king of one of the provinces now. My wife is the daughter of a king of a neighboring, vassal realm, not one of the shipmates. Each of them has dispersed to hold down a segment of the empire, and is surrounded by vassals has their own court. But we still communicate, and can gather. But not this day. This is almost the end. In true fairytale fashion, the Delphinus is held at the base of the foreign power, the heart of its dark instillation. It looks like a smoking volcano. But the smoke is the plague. It has retreated to its lair, and I was preparing for the final assault. I am standing in an outdoor pavilion, at some sort of reception. Fantastical airships are floating overhead, like flying aircraft carriers. Propeller planes are buzzing in the distance. There is a statue like dragon, I walk over and rub its chin. Inside is a missile, a defense. Things continue to advance.
My wife’s parents re coming. The father is a huge man, pretty ferocious. More a warlord then a proper king. His wife is quiet, and knits allot, but will look up and say uncanny things.
He enters with a bears roar. My god! The roads are unsafe! When I ran this area...on my OWN...we would never let a robber go, it was safe for an honest man to walk alone. His wife chimes in “our band were the only ones this far towards the mountain who weren’t infected...” he bellows “I know, and we all walked safe” and laughs. He grabs a bottle of wine and downs half of it. “Bah like drinking water...give me a proper corn liquor any day!” and sits down mumbling. We talk a bit about what Is to come, the attack from all sides on the installation. How he will lead his men. He is quite drunk. He looks up and tells me “and then I will be a free king again and stares at me...he says “my daughter has been busy planting the spells...you see, you’ll be my vassal soon enough”. I actually laugh at this. All the spells were to keep the plague from creeping in, healing, etc. Hes such a blunt gruff warrior, not a ounce of magic in him. His wife smiles at me conspiratorially. He has his drunken fantasies. I say very quietly, as if to myself. “when this is done, we will all be free. And the crew can sail once again”. No more need for these games. So yes, in that way, the warrior was correct, we will be departed
A Ship in Time
Before I went to sleep I had my usual intent to connect with people here, But I made a specific intent to connect with ( ). It was almost 6am so I drifted of pretty quickly.
I stood on a ship, It appeared to me to be something like a modern super yacht. But it seemed very advanced, like I could imagine it also taking to the sky. In some ways it reminded me of the Delphinus, but I didn’t see weapons that I recall. It sailed on “the sea”. The strange one from many of my dreams. Because ive dreamed in it so many times, I consider it “my” ship in some way, like my home. I do not know if that denotes ownership, or a sense of belonging however. There were many people on the ship, that I spoke with. It glided upon the sea, so smooth and steady, like a straight line veering neither to the left or right, not rocked by waves. It felt like riding magnetic levitation tram or train (Ive ridden one at the Getty center in los angeles takes one up the hill from the parking area). I believe it was on this ship, that I had a long conversation with ( ). It was more then a conversation, it was an awareness exchange or pooling. It felt similar to the dream I posted with the flagpoles, or others were ive talked about a weaving of awareness into a dream/perception. Or the excersises with the words, then people working together bridging the concepts. Holding hands. They all explain the same perception. Circles, etc. She presented me with a bundle. A book, a device that was compatible to me. (im not sure if that was here or latter when we got where we were going though). It was similar to a dream a week or two ago. In the other dream, it was ( ) who “moved” a large block of sheets of living words into me. But it was rough I/we didn’t know what we were doing as well. This transfer was smoother, but the bundle was very similar, it was made up from a group effort, or the pages were. But as it was last time, it was composed by a single persons effort, put together. This one was made by ( ). I simply accepted it with a smile. We didn’t insert it directly into my awareness’s cartridge slot. (Heh I had a funny image in the dream of an old Atari 2600, and trying to stick a game of pong into it...last time it went in upside down lol). This time i accepted it as a book or tablet (ipad) device.
There is a long section of dreaming that faded a bit. The ship moved through a tunell, or vortex of some kind, perhaps the eye of a storm or hurricane/cyclone. I remember rain falling in sheets, but still the ship did not rock. I recall things that looked like large flying fish...the size of school buses moving along side and in and out of the water. They were fascinating. Im not sure if things went right or they went wrong, I didn’t seem to have an opinion to be honest, just taking it all in. At some point it seemed like the ship moved through some timeless void, I think this was inside of the vortex.
Amnesia. I woke one day, seemed like after some time. I was dressed in what I would call rags. But I could see they were sown around what was left of my ships uniform. I sat up from my straw pallet I used for a bed, and touched an ( ) three star badge hidden under a smelly rag that was sown over it. The rag patch had ripped, and I found this insignia again. I remembered some. The ship (what I remember to write is what I remembered in the dream). I was me again, but me with an extra Decade or so in the middle between the ship and then. This place...It was weird. It seemed to be the dark ages. But it also was not really that. (It was sideways not back or forward in time) I walked out of the room I was in, outside to a courtyard. I was in a mostly decayed and fallen walled farm compound. Thatch roofs had caved in, walls had tumbled down. I was sleeping in a small section that had been repaired, a hovel really built in the walls of the larger structure. I walked across a weed chocked cobblestone courtyard, and drew a pale of water from a central well. I dumped this over my head, and shock myself like to wake up or sober up after a long and confusing night of sleep. Or partying. But in my case, it was to feel the sensation and focus my self a bit (lucidity excersise).
I returned to the hovel, and started rooting around in a half collapsed cabinet. It was here! The bundle. Now it was definitely a book...large, like an encyclopedia. Hard bound. I opened it a bit, it was written as if by a quill. I ran my fingers across a few lines and “read them”. One of the things I saw were all the people that were on the ship. I needed to find them. That was the first thing. I shoved the book, some straw, and turnips into a large sack and slung it over my shoulder. My feet were wrapped in animal skins...i tied this up and I was ready to travel. I had a rusty knife in my belt. I used this to dig under some stones in the corner of my dirt floored dwelling. I dug up a black metal? Box. I opened it. In it was a modern, polished pistol. Like a colt 45. and a service strap and ammo. Some in boxes some in loaded magazines. I careful strapped this to my upper leg, in a spot I could easily reach, hidden by a single fold of the rags. I was ready. I left the ruined farm. As I walked, I took note of the lack of animals. I briefly wondered how I had survived here so long, no food. Well turnips and onions I had to add to the bag. But I couldn’t remember farming. I was momentarily confused, but then it made sense. I cant recall how or why it did now though. I started walking down a hill. When I got to the bottom I looked back up. The building wasn’t a farm, it was a ruined castle mostly collapsed walls grown over with sage and grass. Interesting.
The roads were horrible, unsafe. Muddy ruts full of animal droppings and muck. The woods were full of robbers and monsters. And people just wandering, hungry, eyes sunken and flesh hanging like in famine. Yet I saw things they could eat. I hid in some brush and watched a group of men hanging around a tree. I thought they were gong to catch some birds to eat. But they stood with their mouths open. A bird pooped and one man leapt like an acrobat to catch it and swallow. Then another. Then the birds left. The other men, hungry, started digging in the muck. They were looking for offal to eat. Somebody found large horse pie, buried yet still steaming in the mud. He moved to shove it in his mouth, but one of the other men saw this and struck him to take it. It turned into a brawl, I saw the slash of a knife, and blood. The two men who were left split the horse pie, and then walked off down the road. I stared in horror at the corpses, the blood slowly, and thinly, tricking out of one mans mouth. And then...the earth drank it...then absorbed the men, they just sank into the ground like they never existed. When this happened, I saw...a patch of grass grow, and to the side, in a field, a willow tree sprung from the earth and grew to full size in a mere minute. After this I stayed in the fields and kept low.
I came to a crossroads, and I had to cross the road again, I was looking for the narrowest place to do so. But then I turned to my left, at where the roads actually met. There was a wagon, like a gypsy cart it had windows in the back. It had a broken axle and a shattered wheel. Their were reigns like would tether horses or oxen, but they just hung in the air and moved, I could hear but not see the animals. But I saw more of the thing people, some women and children this time as well as men, slashing at the people in the front bench, where the teamsters sit. There was a women and man sitting up there, fending off the hungry people with poles or staffs. I recognized the one dressed like a gypsy. The book in my pack started bouncing to go to them. It told me. “ ”. The hungry people were trying to get on the wagon, and some were trying to break through the back door. I saw another staff poking at them through the window. Somehow I know what to do. I take the turnip from my pack, and edge to some rocks above the wagon. I climb up them (no one sees me I guess) and take three bites of the turnip. The bites was like filling me, more then it looked. I instantly had to defaecate. I did so, an impossibly large pile. Then I begin to sing an eating song. The smell looks like skunks tail in a cartoon, the smell, kinda green lol. It moves like an arm to the hungry people. They all turn and stat making for the rocks to eat. I make sure they are all coming. Then I pull out the pistol. Bang, bang, bang, over and over, like a machine. All the hungry fall, and as before, they are absorbed into the muck. The people on the wagon are looking at me. I don’t say anything. First I hold my hands over the pile of ****. It turns into pure energy, and races back to the bites from the turnip. The turnip is whole. Then I walk to where the infected people were. I place my hand over the mud, and the bullets rise and I open the spent magazine, and they return to their proper place. I put everything away and run up to the wagon, laughing and smiling. I take out the book and hold it in my hands. I give everyone a hug and we are laughing. I look around and say “nice ride”. ( ) comes down and we prop the wagon up with a staff. And we run our hands along the broken axle and the wheel and they rebind. I go around to the back and open the door. Heh its ( ) with muddy boots, looking fierce holding a large knife before her to get anything that got in the wagon. I say “im happy to see you too” and there is another hug. So we all go outside and look around, talking mind to mind I didn’t catch it in my recall. Then we stop and I look up and say. “So which one of you stepped in **** and tracked it into the wagon?” there was a round of relived laughter at that. ( ) went into the back of the wagon with ( ), and myself and ( ) climbed ot the top of the wagon and gave a “yah” jerk of the reigns.
After this, for a long stretch of dreaming, things were like on a game map, or world map. The journey was represented by a red line moving towards a large city on the coast. Also from time to time id be in the wagon. Setting camp. Feeding the spirit animals (which was odd they ate like prayer). Talking to people, looking at the stars on the roof. Cleaning the gun. Sometimes having to use it. We found other people from the ship here and there. This one a circus performer in a village. That one a deputy. One had buried themself in the mud/ground for fear of the infected/being infected. It was a disease, a disease of land and plant and animals. The offal eaters. People would die, a new tree would form. And attract birds. Which ****. The infected would eat this energy, and when they died, a new tree was born or plant, or flower, depending on their strength. Some of them became like monsters too, and every person or animal they killed became a new plant. We would often read the book, or it would read to us. Even add to it, piece together what was going on. It was also a beacon, thats how we knew were to go...or rather, the spirit animals did. After some YEARS, we found everyone. The deserted lands were infected, but towards the coast, there were villages and cities still, but this was like a creeping, unwinable war. The only way to leave again was to find way to win.
Some years more have gone by. We found some way to slow or halt, but not reverse, the spread of the disease. We also, had knowings of things beyond this place. Firearms. Textile weaving techniques. Silk, mining. Again, I wake, and need to recall what is going on. But this time I wake in a great canopied bed. I get up and yawn and scratch my face. I slip into some velvet slippers, not rags, and don a robe. I step through some heavy curtains and onto a balcony. I am in a room high up in a large palace. I call for a servant and man appears with a silver platter. On it is a tobacco pipe, and a bowl. I pack the pipe and sit on chair and look out, slowly smoking as I wait for my breakfast. I look out on the city. It looks like Venice, Italy. White marble, a bustling sea port, smells and sounds. Beautiful sea...ahh the sea the boat was on. Gulls flap in the air. I look up. And low over the city, is a great airship. It has the Delphinus symbol on its side. The gondola is bristling with what look like muskets. Its patrolling the city. In the harbor, I see an iron clad. Another decade has gone by.
Its time for another meeting. This palace is the dodge's palace. (i had a room here not the dodge lol) I guess we got busy selling and trading after the plague was stalled. And from that an army. The plague was just the first wave. Soon, the power behind that plague, would erupt. An army of the dead, the infected, nightmares. Dead trees like hills, bones and beasts. Against this we had prepared, bootstrapped technology and organization from our awareness. We were discussing building new thing. We could just...just build a small number of aircraft. This was a design meeting. We had two templates we could forge. A larger, but slower, fighter bomber, or spitfires with pintel engines. We went back and forth. The faster spitfires would be good against flying beasts. The bombers would not do as well, but were cheaper to build (less advanced engines airframe needed less hard to make materials) and could defend against the flyers. I proposed we put 2/3 into the bombers, and 1/3 into the spitfires as cover for them. Let the flyers shove themselves at the bombers defenses, and the the fighters could swoop in and finish them. This seemed like a good tactical and production strategy. We always try to let the strategy dictate the tools, not the tools dictate the strategy. This was an important point. (Be proactive not reactive...yet flexable within that)
About 5 years latter. Im older. The invasion has come and gone. We won. Now the merchant city base in a vast empire. I’m a king of one of the provinces now. My wife is the daughter of a king of a neighboring, vassal realm, not one of the shipmates. Each of them has dispersed to hold down a segment of the empire, and is surrounded by vassals has their own court. But we still communicate, and can gather. But not this day. This is almost the end. In true fairytale fashion, the Delphinus is held at the base of the foreign power, the heart of its dark instillation. It looks like a smoking volcano. But the smoke is the plague. It has retreated to its lair, and I was preparing for the final assault. I am standing in an outdoor pavilion, at some sort of reception. Fantastical airships are floating overhead, like flying aircraft carriers. Propeller planes are buzzing in the distance. There is a statue like dragon, I walk over and rub its chin. Inside is a missile, a defense. Things continue to advance.
My wife’s parents re coming. The father is a huge man, pretty ferocious. More a warlord then a proper king. His wife is quiet, and knits allot, but will look up and say uncanny things.
He enters with a bears roar. My god! The roads are unsafe! When I ran this area...on my OWN...we would never let a robber go, it was safe for an honest man to walk alone. His wife chimes in “our band were the only ones this far towards the mountain who weren’t infected...” he bellows “I know, and we all walked safe” and laughs. He grabs a bottle of wine and downs half of it. “Bah like drinking water...give me a proper corn liquor any day!” and sits down mumbling. We talk a bit about what Is to come, the attack from all sides on the installation. How he will lead his men. He is quite drunk. He looks up and tells me “and then I will be a free king again and stares at me...he says “my daughter has been busy planting the spells...you see, you’ll be my vassal soon enough”. I actually laugh at this. All the spells were to keep the plague from creeping in, healing, etc. Hes such a blunt gruff warrior, not a ounce of magic in him. His wife smiles at me conspiratorially. He has his drunken fantasies. I say very quietly, as if to myself. “when this is done, we will all be free. And the crew can sail once again”. No more need for these games. So yes, in that way, the warrior was correct, we will be departed