Ah, my antihero is Ender the pirate. And I write about him because of where I find him. Bookstores, Cafe Shi, and adventures that most pirates would not be involved in. That he is a time traveler too boot makes for him being a excellent storyteller found in bars, cafes and bookstores..

Ender Talon is walking down a street when he notices a new bookstore. The sign hanging over the door “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”. Thinking this would be of interest, he went in. To his surprise, an Owl perched behind the sales counter. Not thinking much about it, he went looking around. Searching for this is that book that might interest him.

He found “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. He knew the name. He just could not place it at that moment. Thinking something that a noble wrote about might be fun, he previewed the first page.

What you are about to read will change your life. Are you sure you want to continue? Well, that an opening hook for a book, thought Ender.

He added it to his side and continued to read through the shelves until he came upon the most odd book. It was one of a kind because opening he saw it handwritten and filled with news clippings and what looked to be references to hyperlinks to stories references by the writer Clinton R Siegle. The title page “The wondering mind through the multiverse”. It was a catchy title, so he added it to his side along with the other book.

Then he found himself in a shelving area where there were maps. Now this was exciting. The maps according to titles listed some most interesting places and seemed rather detailed from Ender’s memories of reading stories about the land of Oz and Wonderland. He found one with a collection of different themed stories that he loved as a child. The author Claw the pirate made him laugh. Wondering how on earth a person could legally use that? Then again, he supposed that they could use pen names in any manner of fashion.

With these three books, he went back to the entrance. He set the books down and looked for someone to ring him up. The owl hopped down from his perch and was about to touch the books. Ender said, “Ah?”

And the owl replied, “That will be seven gold pieces, please.” Now this was earth, and talking owls were something new to Ender. His shock must have registered something on the owl’s face.

The owl said, ” First time here I see?” To which Ender was a bit taken back. For this was his first time hearing an animal outside of parrot talk. Ender replied, “Um, yes, and who are you?” The owl sort of fluffed his feathers and said, “Mr. Whoo, at your service. I own the place.”

Ender was wondering what seven gold pieces were valued in dollars? He pulled out his Mastercard. Ender said, “I was wondering if you take Mastercard?” Mr. Whoo looked at the card and at Ender.

Mr. Whoo said “So, you are not a normal person are you?” Now this was something to think about for Ender. Because as far as he knew, he was as normal as could be. If some might be wrong with him, a bit abnormal or below normal for most people. Ender’s expression must have registered something with Mr. Whoo. who then went to a book, opened it up and looked through several pages.

“Well, according to time and space, light currency money exchange that would normally be 2100 dollars. However, that is with inflation for the time you were living in to that time of it being written. Which does not seem fair? So, according to time travel placement of the books and you seemly un-normal way of just entering my store Willie nellie the first book original sold for 8 pounds English which is in today’s dollars 24, the second sold original for free to a person who picked up a personal diary of one of the few Mandela Effected people to survive the movement of souls to the eighth realm of reality however I paid two books worth 10 dollars and need a profit so I will sell it to you for 12 dollars, and the maps book?” Mr. Whoo looked it over. He appeared to be thinking for a moment. Then said, “I will sell it for a storybook of yours once you get back from some of these places or for 16 dollars?”

Now Ender was thinking. He was off to go to cooking school, and traveling to anywhere was not in his plans at that present moment in time. So, spending 42 dollars on what he had expected to spend 24 to 18 was a bit more than he had planned on at that moment in time. However, this being a mystery that he did not remember having special powers to speak to animals nor wanting to miss out on the stories he thought must be in the books he pulled out his cash. He paid the money and said, “Mr. Whoo, may I ask where am I? I thought I was walking the streets of Bozeman, Montana and evidently I am no longer anywhere near there?”

Mr. Whoo chuckled with a reply “Sir, you are where you think you are however, who or what or how you got to this shop is a mysterious to me as your shocked face was to me when you heard me speak.”

Ender wondered for a moment. And thought before leaving. “May I look around once more, because if this is not a dream there were books here I wanted but just felt like not touching at that moment because they looked too expensive and I am curious on what I might miss out on?”

Mr. Whoo replied, “Why certainly, sir.” And with that went back to his perch, leaving Ender to wander the shelves once more. He went back to where he had seen the book titled “The true ending of two of the daughters of the House of Romanov”.

Ender picked up five more books of various interests and went back. Mr. Whoo was excited and added everything up to 83.50 this time, and Ender asked for a card or street directions back. To which Mr. Whoo chuckled with the reply, “When you least expect it you will find me again, sir.”

And with that Ender left the bookstore and found himself close to Baucus, his favorite of all you can eat soup and bread cafe in downtown Bozeman.

Ender was a bit perturbed. All he could find was his pirate dress, nothing of his college clothes or jacket. Washing up and not finding a razor. He looked into the mirror and realized he sort of reminded himself of a lost teddy bear.

Ender going down stairs he found that all his gear was spread out across six tables. Each book opened to something of interest and his pack with his college clothes and goblet was there along with a chest and what looked like a ship in a bottle.

He wondered exactly how long he had been there and what exactly he had done. For he remembered dancing, drinking, and some sort of drinking contest with the pirate shadow, but after that. Well, awaking in the nude with three laughing ladies.

In walked the lady dragon, swaying in such a sensual manner Ender was blushing. She said, “Ah, time traveler, are your memories coming back?” Ender, to be honest, was sort of at a loss. Wonder exactly he had done.

She continued to talk. She said, “That was some week of a party. You out drinking the pirate shadow and winning his ship was something to see.” Ender went to look at the ship in a bottle and realized it was the Black Skimmer.

She said, ”You do not remember, do you?” Ender just looked around, trying to figure out what to say or do. She indicated to sit and magically there was breakfast there. She said, “I concur with your agreement Ender.” This made Ender jump. Then his memory came back. A deal was a deal. He had invested his fortune in the cafe Shi with the understanding she would invest it and bring him riches. That was no problem. For he had nothing when the adventure began and if he lost everything, so be it. But his memories also including that of Claw the pirate, Clinton R. Siegle, and well, a third person he was trying to recall.

The dragon smiled and indicated a book. A journal of Clinton R. Siegle. Ender picked up the book and brought it to the breakfast table and began to read. https://theprose.com/.../journal-of-a-wondering-mind...

For some reason, he could see a future where he had lived this life and made him wonder about life. He recalled the events as if they were happening to him right then and there. And in his reading to realize how old he claimed to be, he wondered if he was insane.

The dragon lady laughed at the expression Ender had on his face. She said, “You do not recall everything, do you time to travel?” Ender just looked at her. She continued by asking, “What is the first story of dragons do you recall because that part of the journal is missing?” Ender recalled that part of the journal, but that was not the first time he had heard of dragons. He hesitated to tell the story. But since she asked.

Ender said, “I remember a time when I was born in 1963 not 1971 and I met my great grandfather Christopher Siegle a farmer, German Russian from Bavaria who had the largest book I had ever seen when I was like four.” Ender thought how to continue. He remembered the stories his great grandfather had told him, but how? He had died three years before he was born, or at least in this reality.

The dragon lady watched, waiting for his story.

Ender cleared his throat. “When I was born in another time. I met my great grandfather.” Stopping to think about where to continue with this story. He went on the best he could. Ender said, ”Our original last name has many spellings. Siegfried, Siguad, Siegle, Siegel, Seagel, and a few others. It all depended on the religion that we followed, I suppose.” Thinking where to go with this story Ender pondered. Anyway, Peter von Siegle was a small nobleman in the 1700s who collected all the old stores of our various family names.” Thinking about the large book was something. He remembered the lettering all in high German. It was a reason his grandfather could not read it to him in his reality this time around, Ender supposed. Ender continued, “Anyway, when I was four, my great grandfather was drinking himself to death because of his losses throughout his life.” Thinking about how much he had lost Ender realized that communism, Nazism, was the ban of humanity.

Ender said, ”Anyway, I was usually in his home after Sunday school while my parents socialized in Fallon, Montana.https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall Thinking about what he had just read he realized who the shadow pirate was. It was a legend of course. Death was supposedly locked up in hell but his shadow had escaped once upon a time. A pirate or Peter Pan. Ender shrugged and continued, “Anyway, one day I found a huge book and opened in and tried to get my grandfather to read it to me. He said he could not and to ask his father. Now, Christopher was drinking at this time and speaking broken English and mostly Russian at this time.” Ender thought this was so long ago in a different life. Not this one for sure. He wondered if it was not a dream and all these dreams were just horrible endings.

Anyway, Ender continued, “Siegfried’s story was written in some churches recording in Bavaria about how he became a knight in somewhere around the 1400s. The story went that he went into the forest seeking the dragon that had been eating the local animals and supposedly a maiden or two.”

Ender kind of looked at the dragon who, for the fun of it licked her lips not in away saying I am going to eat you way but in a sensual way that women have about them. This kind of made Ender blushed. Ender continued, “Anyway Siegfield, had lost a pig and went searching for the pig in the forest.” Anyway, the church records recorded this in high German, which Christopher told me laughing. The tale in the church records went that the dragon was eating a goat lately stolen from some person, whose name was not recorded. And That Sir Sieggielf with a spear in an open field attacked the dragon. The battle went hard for Siegfried. His clothing torn to fragments, and he was bloody and smelly. Fiercely the fight went back and forth with him using a spear and the dragon fiercely burning down a structure was near the place of the battle.” Ender’s recollection of this disturbed him because he could recall a laughter of such deep sadness.

Anyway, in the end the dragon was slain and Siegfried the pig farmer was knighted by the local noble and church wrote this down in their records some place in the forest which celebrates to this day his victory.

Ender laughed, thinking more of the story. The lady dragon, not looking pleased, said, “And is there more?”

Ender smiled, and continued, “That is the official record of some churches in Germany. However, in family lore, the story went a bit differently. The story went that Siegfried went into the forest for his pig. He had picked up a large pole because he had nothing else to herd it back with.

The family lore is less ferocious. Mr. Siegfried, a farmer, not a fighter or knight at the time, went to find his lost hog. He had with a hiking stick to herd his hog back home. Now the swine had been eating mushrooms, or something of a quirk in the woodland and appropriately he went where he knew where they were, hoping to find his hog. He found his hogs tracks and walked right into a shed in the middle of the forest. There was this gigantic dragon eating his hog. Being quite mad. Because that was his hog. And not thinking., he swung his stick at the dragon, seemingly causing a fire from the roasted hog to catch everything in the starting on fire. Now, the humor is wild here. The hog, not evidently having been cut or slaughtered correctly, blew up. Pig shit went everywhere, hitting Mr. Siegfried and making a rather stinky mess of everything. Now the dragon seemed to have run straight into Mr. Siegfield’s stick. Right into the dragon’s eye.” Hearing this, the dragon lady hissed. Ender continued, ‘Supposedly killing it. That was family lore. Being a somewhat curious child, there were footnotes in high and in another language which I asked about. My great grandfather laughed.

The secret written there was that the dragons of Germany had made spell shapeshifters into humans. But to do so required the sacrifice of an eye of a dragon. Since no one dragon wanted to hurt each other they decided on this dubious plan to force a human into doing it for them.

Thus, Sir Siegfried was given the sheded scales of the dragon, and told on or in pain of death that he was to be the hero that saved Germany from the last dragon.

Anyway, my great grandfather laughed and said, “Sir Siegfried loved to drink after that and accidental told the truth once in the company of people he knew from the old days. Evidently one or two of them were dragons because he was murdered after that and family lore was hidden away in a journal.”

And with that Ender had finished the story and his breakfast.

Ender the pirate wandering lost in Tokyo after midnight. Lets face reality. Being time traveler at times he sucked at directions and some how got lost on a street.

He wandered into what looked like a diner. To find out it was actually called the Midnight Diner opened midnight to seven in the morning was wild.

There he watched and listed. The stories told there were even more interesting than he recalled them from. Where actually? His memories.. Searching them he recalled a time when a person was talking about a window and a box that showed. What was he told. Ah, yes dramas. However, his thoughts went back to the storyteller. Someone who was and was not. A person with a soul who had been vomited out of heaven. So few good souls left.

The storyteller told of the box window that showed entertainment. Something called Netflix.

The storyteller told wonderful retold stories of what was the program? Ah yes. How silly of the time traveler or Ender to forget. The Midnight Diner. To see all the stories combined was something. Porn stars, movies stars, strippers, food critics, a wandering musician, and many more tales that made his heart cry. The traveler was suddenly sad. The realization that all this was a past that had died out a long time ago made his conclusions to their stories even worse. His bitter tales and sorrows listening were wild. If you ever like to read a good book.. Ender would recommend Midnight Diner on that magical box window of drama where ever Netflix is in Spacetime..

Ender got lost again. This time on a street in Tokyo.. The year? Who knows? Time traveler get lost a lot these days. Walking the streets past 1 AM he wandered into a Midnight Diner.

Ender sat and watched. Evidently a hang out for Porn stars, Movie stars, food critics, and interesting people. Just listening to their stories reminded him of a tale told to him elsewhere By a person that had told Ender about a program a box where one could see entertainment as if on a window to the soul. Something called Netflix.

Just sitting listening there I heard stories. I decided to get lost again. And somehow ended back there. Listening to sad tales of life. Just regular life.

 Ender, the pirate, was sailing through the seven oceans not the seven seas with his crew of three when he met Michelle running away from being a full-time mommy. She was tired of doing this is this and that is that and wanted to sail through the ocean carefree. She could sing and sing some shanty songs of pirates and treasure, and isle where drinking could be done without remorse. The sadness was life as a pirate was really boring. Yes, I know all the stories. You ever spent months on a ship only to take a prize fishing boat with three fish and the boat? Think hundreds of ships and only Capt’f Flint ever got any treasure and then instead of spending it he buried it on some island? Come now, laugh with me. I put Michelle after getting drunk three days straight to mopping the ship floors. Then into the kitchen. She was living hell. Was she happy at first? She was happy as the drunk shrunk. However, after four weeks at sea and nothing of any treasure at hand. She too worried about why or how people lived as pirates.On the fifth week she tried to mutiny with three other crew members. For that, the captain put all four of them on an island in the middle of nowhere. Declared Michelle, Queen Michelle of this island, and left.I can still hear her screaming. Then singing I am a queen that I am a pirate queen. And then? I think I could hear her tell her subject to mop the deck. Which was odd, for the island was made totally of sand? To awake in a distinct reality is nothing. To awake in a distinct reality for an unlimited amount of time? Heroes come and go. Legends stay within their own mind. I was a Talon. Few people remember what that means or even heard of them. The souls ripped from their bodies a long time ago and put in. Well, to begin with they were put in statues. The original statues guarded an island. From what? Pirates. The originals were statues built to walk around an island. To provide a wonderful island protection from pirates. The problem with statues is protecting an island from a physical problem was not much of a problem. Protecting the population from themselves? Major problem. The island I remember destroyer was a plague.They died all within a short two-day span. Leaving a spirit locked statue to guard an island. What does a statue do for eternity? At first, not much. I sort of sat and watched the sun come and go. The dilemma which in my age and era spelt dilemna did an immortal do? You can walk the island protecting it from waves, and the occasional pirate raid. The first 4,000 years was a sort of like that. The island housing was gone. The island stood. I was more of a legend in my own mind. I doubt any of the pirates that came that way. Well, that they even remember why they attempted to pillage the island from time to time.So, after a while I got bored and skipped stones, and broken ships for a time. You probably have heard of a ship thought lost for decades turning up on some unknown part of the world. Wondering how it got there? Well, if I came upon the ship I would pick it up and see how far I could skip one like a rock. Not the funnest sport it helped with the time. Then somewhere around 1680s a pirate ship sailed towards the island. I was about to jump out from behind a mountain, crush it and skip it. When the captain came out. He hailed me. Now. This is the oddity. After 4,000 plus years to hear one’s own name and in a language that was alive, that knew was something. To see this pirate’s attempt to bargain with me was absurd.Needless to say, I was curious. I crept from behind the mountain and sat in a pool next to his ship. His voice was shaky, but his plan was something to behold. Between him and his crew, I could understand more about their story. They had stumbled upon a page of life. Say what? That was an old legend in my day. The evil one had attacked heaven. Stealing a book of life. Then had spread the book out among realities and times. With the hope that this would stop the day of judgment from happening. Now? The pirate had a single page. He knew it had assigned me sort of to a map and another page.Yes. I had read the page a long time ago. Parallel realities, time travel, the works. Did it interest me? Of course it did. To see a different sun without having to sit at the same mountain at my back would be something. I asked how I would accompany him? Now. The pirate’s name was Ender and his magic was story telling. His story was wild and his magic. Well, his magic made him one stand out. What he said and could or would do was something tempting. That his statements made sense and how he proposed doing the trick was wildly out of the norm. However, the legalistic side of me said all I would meet the forms and formats. And I could travel. So in accord was reached. The magic happened. What magic? Imagine a reality stacked upon a reality the biggest upon the littlest. All I had to do was find one where either the statue of me or I or that Talon was gone and take its dimensional size. Then with a secret transport said content from here to there and back. For those less into here to there, I would take possession of the island and statue there. Meaning? I could transform my size and that of my island to something I could fit inside, say my pocket. Thus legalistically I was not breaking my word.For a spirit guarding and protecting my island from now until the end of time. And I got to move aboard the ship the black Skimmer with a crew. Let me be honest. To live amount a group of people. Let alone on a ship crossing the seven seas. Versus watching the sun go up and down for thousands of years was a treat. Now what did I have to give Ender for his magic? That is between me and him. He however was a man of his word. A hero in hi own time, a legend to me? Sure, few people get noted in a Talon book. 

Ender laughter brought about a change in him. He sat down, opened his pack and found the goblet and three loaves of bread from the Bacchus. Wondering what to drink with the wish for wine. The goblet immediately filled his wish for wine. He broke bread and shared some with Alice, who seemed to have stopped singing and was now just entranced in a glass bottle with him.

Drinking a little Ender talked with Alice about their adventure. She laughed when she heard she had pushed him into the rabbit hole. A most beautiful laugh. Upon finishing the sound of that laughter, a tapping from outside the bottle came to their ears.

Looking around, Ender recognized a pixie from Bacchus’ wild party. Not this pixie, but that she was a pixie. And? She dressed like a pirate of all customs. Which made him even laugh.

She tried to pull the bottle out of the ocean, but to no avail. She then whistled. And from above, a dark shadow came flying down from not far away. Dressed as a pirate, too. The shadow somehow had physical substance and picked the bottle up and flew back to what was a ship? Not a vast ship, but a ship with the skull and crossbones flag flying atop it.

The shadow pulled the jacket off the top of the bottle and dumped Alice and Ender onto a table. Surrounded by? Well, a bear dressed like a cook, a squirrel that seemed to be more or less either a cabin boy or a first mate, and a raccoon of all creatures, along with the pixie all looking at Alice and Ender as one and half inch toys.

The pixie grabbed the goblet and drank it down like a frat boy on spring break. With that, Alice and Ender could understand her wild pixie language. “Who are you?” She asked. Alice not talking to anyone specifically said, ” Oh, no, not this again.” While Ender introduced himself as “Clinton R. Siegle, writer, explorer of worlds and writers of the multiverse.” Along with “And this is Alice.”

Now this made the pixie excited. From what Ender could hear. Evidently, in some port of call, Alice had a price on her head set by the Queen of hearts. The price? Who knows? It sounded like tarts or sweet cakes or something tasty.

The shadow pirate just shocked his head, showing there was a disagreement. Alice however heard all this and taking action ate some bread from her pocket and grew. A piece of the bread fell to the table and Ender picked it up rather fast.

She grew and grew. First to normal size then bigger for the ship started to be pushed down into the ocean and finally she stepped off and it looked like she was big enough that the entire ship was a tiny toy ship for her to pick up which she did and walked to a land mass where she set the ship down on land and then walked away into the distance as if she was a giant having forgotten about the ship and was thinking about doing something else.

Ender realized time to go. He grabbed his pack. And the pixie had dropped the goblet along with the goblet and slid down the bear’s fur to the floor and dashed to a hole the size of a small mouse. The pixie followed but had been distracted for before she realized he had escaped.

Into the hole Ender went and mysteriously there was a door to shut, which he did. Blocking it. He found himself trapped inside the pixies room aboard the ship. And according to the writings on some walls. Called the Black Skimmer.

Now, this has been an exciting day. And Ender was a bit nervous. Wondering where and what to do. Finally, he heard a knock on the door. There was a sort of port window facing the inside of the ship, so he looked out to see the pixie stamping her foot and knocking on the door like a madwoman.

Thinking he could handle a lone pixie, Ender unlocked the door, and she came in. “So, how rude we save you and the first thing you do is broken into my room?” said the pixie. Ender being a pit more unnerved at that moment, apologies and asks her name. “My name is Wind.” Came her reply.

With that, Ender wished for more wine and offered her some. She again drank it down in one gulp like a drinking professional in some sort of drinking contest. And with that, they sat down to discuss their current state of affairs.

Ender listened as Wind said they were professional pirates out to raid Candy land no less for sweets and tarts. This made Ender laugh a bit, which seemed to make Wind look at him strangely.

Unexpectedly she kissed Ender, and just like under the sea Ender was in a blur for a time. Upon waking up, he found himself dressed as a pirate and his normal size again. The little pirate pixie flew by and whispered “Rico!” Into his ear and flew away to who knows where. Ender checked around and found that he had his pack, goblet, jacket, and bottle along with? A chest. Looking inside was a wonder. A chest full of either diamonds, rubies, and pearls. With a slight note that he figured he would have to either get a magnifying glass to read or shrink. Putting that into his now pirate coat. He discovered he had a dagger and sword too. Taking out the sword, it seemed nice. A claymore. Something big. And Ender was big so he could handle it. Taking out the dagger. Well, that surprised him. The dagger spoke “And who do you think you are?”

They made introductions. This time Ender introduced himself as the Claw, a pirate explorer and the dagger matter-of-factly stated “Brutus the slayer of Caesar.” which made Ender think he had lost his mind or found a mad dagger.

Ender sitting on the bench realizes now that it is some place else. A blonde lady is sitting next to him. He looks at his pack and all the books are still there. He introduces himself. She replies with her name. She said, “My name is Alice.” Ender introduction was more in line with his latest adventure. “Ender Talon, traveling explorer.” He said.

She talks a bit. And Ender realizes that this lady is talking about dancing with Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Now for those in the know. This made the bench rather interesting. Ender looked around and down the path he took to the sea. The line of stones leading to and from the bench were not or gone.

Alice was talking about her time with Mr. Dodgson as if it was yesterday, but her dress was as if in the 1990s. Making this entire conversation wonderfully delightful. Ender asked, “So, how is the Queen of Hearts?” Alice just smiled as if that was a dream and looked bored for sometime not speaking. Like she was in a trance dreaming about some place or someone else.

Ender wondered, so he took out his book he purchased lately and looked through the maps, finding the one with Wonderland scribbled on top. Sure enough, there was a path now showing from the bench to a way was it a tree or a hole under a tree?

Ender looked at Alice, she looked bored or her trance was taking places and making her think. Ender, thinking along reality time wise, recalled that it was 120 years since the publication of by Lewis Carroll and that he passed a long time ago in the 1880s. But this Alice sure seemed to think she was dreaming about dancing with him right now.

Ender snapped his fingers. But this did nothing to Alice, so he thought for a moment. Before setting out down the path shown on the map to the tree. Being rather uncertain again of reality, he placed every few feet on a stone or stick so he could see a path back to the bench. Not wanting to get lost.

Ender reached the tree in about a half hour and 20 small stops along the way to make sure that he could see his path back to the bench. Looking around, he saw a White Rabbit hopping around exclaiming, “Oh, dear, oh dear!” And then hopping down the hole.

Not wanting to be lost forever. Ender took a more careful approach to the hole. Looking around, he found some branches that seemed to have were cut recently and built a sort of long pole, which with some string that he had in his pack he felt comfortable enough that it could hold his weight. Pushing it down the hole, he found that it never reached the bottom. This made Ender think before doing anything else. He tried to remember all the stores. First there was water, and or was there a room? Ender memory of the complete story was a sort of jumbled at that moment.

Rethinking his plan, he saw if he could do anything else besides lose his pole that he had put down the hole. Holding on to it he began reaching for hand holds which did nothing it seemed. And just then he heard a lady’s voice from behind him and turning he was face to face with Alice. Who just pushed him right into the hole.

He felt but could hold on to his pack, and the pole and in time found that he could slow his descent by brushing the pole width wise against the outer edges of the tunnel or hole’s edges. This slowed him down. However, midway down Alice passed him. She was free falling with her voice singing some sort of song. Alice singing, “It’s a very happy unbirthday to me?”

Ender kept his slower passing of time by using his pole against the edges of the hole and sort of spreading his jacket out like a flying squirrel just to ensure he did not hit hard.

It did not matter. Why? Well, instead of a dry bottom fallen into, he was met with water coming in through a tiny door. In a tremendous splash he groped for anything to float finding a table and on it was Alice eating something or was she drinking something and shrinking and she handed him something with a brush of a kiss and Ender himself shrank along with Alice and the table.

The two of them along with the table were a sort of washed into the doorway that somehow either had grown larger or their shrinking had been much more than Ender realized, and into an open ocean they all were being moved.

Ender realized that the bottle that he had drank from was bigger than himself and Alice, so they both got into it and using his water proof jacket as a top secured a sort of mode of transportation. Now during this entire time. Alice just kept on singing, “I wish you a very happy unbirthday to me?”

This was some adventure that Ender was not counted on. Being down a rabbit hole in the middle of an ocean this time because tasting the water was salty was not his grand idea of an adventure. At least he remembered to dry off and used a cloth to dry Alice off to who just kept on singing that “I wish you a very happy unbirthday song.”

Now, Ender had not said a word during this entire part of the adventure and watching Alice. He realized she was entranced with the idea of some Mad Hatter’s unbirthday party or nuts. In either case, he was in a pickle as far as he could see.

At least his waterproof pack held all the books he had been with, three loaves of bread and Alice stuck in a bottle in the ocean. Ender laughed thinking what an adventure.

The pirate crew, along with Ender, were a kind of stun. For the next few hours, rum passed around along with the journal. The drinking done while another page of the journal read out loud or translated. Translated? Yes. The languages from English, to Spanish, to High German, to Chinese, and other languages. Often times the crew would only allow the captain to write out the pages involving Ender. Meaning? The book of a pirate’s life, or to be more specific a page from the book of life. The book contains all the stories from all the realities a soul has moved through. The dates and pages correlated with times and places yet to happen to Ender and his crew. In yet? The crew realized the importance. The importance of the book between hand writings and handwritten messages that this was their life story too.

To find one’s handwriting life written out in a journal format each to their own handwriting was. Was weird. The stories concerning each crew member left was wild. What was even more weird was the part that there were only six journal entries after a time? One of crew members could not handle the tale. After a time of reading, the whole crew wanted to know if their stories were real or not.

The seventh crew member and the entry that was missing after a time just started to wail. Not the normal wail or crying of a drunk person with rum. A wail that curls your heart. Ender the pirate had heard that wail before. A long time ago when his aunt was burying her second son. If he only had a way to catch that wailing he was sure he could have scared every last person on earth. The question was the seventh member could he live with what he had read? He was crying himself to sleep. With the help of more rum poured into his mug. In the hopes he would fall a sleep and forget whatever was causing his pain.

The five awake crew members and Ender made an oath that day. To carry out much of the journal as possible, however, to hide their journal from the worlds. Why? Some of their tales were deadly to whole realities. Some of their tales told only in whispered chants in places that evil reside. Some of their stories made little sense to them for being 1680s. And futurist talk of space ships and ports did nothing to make them leery of the future.

The journal was hidden. By whom? The tale is Ender the pirate. Not Ender and crew. How or what he did with it is a tale in of itself.

The how it was hidden. Now that was the key. For within the tale hidden was the secret of the great pearl. To unlock it there were passages to follow and places to go and people to see. The journal spoke of some events. That was where Ender went. He hid the journal of the pirates caught in a whirlpool traveling towards Americas in 1680s.

Ender the pirate survived the reality of the times. And thought he should have stayed where? Inside his mind. For the outside of his mind he was watching the time of tribulation brought about by mankind. A sickness dread fell over Ender. To realize all this was a man made attempt to fight heaven coming. Space Force against heaven? Let alone do they not have the legends of old. Those in the know lost their minds because they had been stolen a long time ago with project Montauk. And? It was the way of an ending of things I suppose. To realize that each soul has a place. One in the book of life. One in the book of judgment. That was what John von Neumann wrote about on his final paper 5.7 billion years into a future that never happened here. Why? That future is dead. This too is dead. To realize all this is an illusion is sort of an awful mess. BELIEVE in Christ. In yet all the people here are dead already according to closed time curved loop reality. SO? Meaning I walk through the valley of death and fear evil? No I will flee evil. Who wants to rule in hell for a moment when there is a next level to this game and there? I find this part funny. The game is the game of thrones. I once or twice was a king maker.. And now? Those who feared who I knew no longer even remember why they feared those I knew.. Which is an oddity. Did they lose their power? I attempted to ask once. That was a dreadful mistake. Who are you? I am me. I am Clint, I am Clinton, I and Clinton R. Siegel- That did not go so well. In the end? What can a pirate do other then watch in amazement as some people thinking that 400 years of technology hidden in the patent office can help save humanity from heaven? Does it? That is the trick of time. It did in a past. The mirror realities did exist. And now? Laughter my soul hurts I know someone or something that makes this an more interesting story. Still rates only in the top 3. And now reality is just a question in my mind.There once was a pirate named Ender. Who roamed the wild seas in search of venture and treasure? He searched with his ship the Black Skimmer which he and his crew loved for the long haul and easy smuggling. The ventures were fierce and the pay was small but to be a pirate was all this crew could want to be. They would sing a song and sail along on the high sea... So there they were about to capture a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan. Silk, pottery, golden objects, when the current started to carry them away from the prize ship. The crew of course of a duck, bear, and Ender could not do much but watch as the prize floated outside their range.

The current swiped the Black Skimmer along the narrow current path through the sea towards the Chinese Sea and out towards the ocean. Ender was singing along and the duck at the helm was quacking for all he was worth. The bear having missed a chance to plunder was into the rum and honey and not thinking much more then that the world was a venture that was weird at times and that honey on the paws is something sweet.Looting and piracy was common occurrences in those days

Piracy was common thief in those day.

There once was a pirate named Ender. Who roamed the wild seas in search of venture and treasure. He searched with his ship the Black Skimmer which he and his crew loved for the long haul and easy smuggling. The ventures were fierce and the pay was small but to be a pirate was all this crew could want to be. They would sing a song and sail along on the high sea... So there they were about to capture a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan. Silk, pottery, golden objects, when the current started to carry them away from the prize ship. The crew of course of a duck, bear, and Ender could not do much but watch as the prize floated outside their range.

The current swiped the Black Skimmer along the narrow current path through the sea towards the Chinese Sea and out towards the ocean. Ender was singing along and the duck at the helm was quacking for all he was worth. The bear having missed a chance to plunder was into the rum and honey and not thinking much more then that the world was a venture that was weird at times and that honey on the paws is something sweet.

The wind blew the current brought up drowned ships older then times itself. One even looked like a UFO. There were roman vessels; there were Chinese junks, Viking long boats, not just one or two ole 1500 century pirate ships but more then dozen flying the skull and cross bones.

Ender being smart steered the Black Skimmer through drowned ships like a captain on a mission saving his ship. Right, left, right more straight then a maze he hauled over his ship to miss this and that ship, boat, and sea creature that had many arms and was trying to dragging down the ships caught in its arms.

Finally the Black Skimmer was in the open sea away from the path of the drowned ships. At which point Ender the pirate started to sing a sea shanty about rum and treasure that would be found from Long john Silver’s treasure map.

With that singing the Black Skimmer and crew sailed into the open China Sea with the wind blowing the flag of the skull and cross bones shown.

Ender the pirate was sailing through the seven seas between pillaging a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan when he saw her. A sleek moving Skimmer s fast but not as fast as the Black skimmer. The race was on and the bear was at the ready to throw ropes and the duck was ready to board and make her our own. The pirate way you know of getting close the flag was not flying till we were close to it.

Just when we were about to hoist the skull and bones the other ship rounded and hoisted its own skull and bones. The humor was to much for the bear who laughed a bit and the duck swearing was well worth a sailors delight. As for Ender he was still planning on taking the Skimmer just to prove he was the better pirate. Out ran the long gun and boom went the cannon.The other Skimmer captain seemed interested in this fairly even match so out ran their own cannons. Firing as if in unison a large boom was heard for at least three miles away. The other skull and bones flag was something similar to it.. The ole Black Skimmer from Pirates of the Caribbean when the forums held rum toasts and singing till all hours of the night.. Ah a fellow pirate this shall be fun to watch us to haul them through their Skimmer.

There once was a pirate named Ender. Who roamed the wild seas in search of venture and treasure? He searched with his ship the Black Skimmer which he and his crew loved for the long haul and easy smuggling. The ventures were fierce and the pay was small but to be a pirate was all this crew could want to be. They would sing a song and sail along on the high sea... So there they were about to capture a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan. Silk, pottery, golden objects, when the current started to carry them away from the prize ship. The crew of course of a duck, bear, and Ender could not do much but watch as the prize floated outside their range.

The current swiped the Black Skimmer along the narrow current path through the sea towards the Chinese Sea and out towards the ocean. Ender was singing along and the duck at the helm was quacking for all he was worth. The bear having missed a chance to plunder was into the rum and honey and not thinking much more then that the world was a venture that was weird at times and that honey on the paws is something sweet.Looting and piracy was common occurrences in those days

Piracy was common thief in those day.

There once was a pirate named Ender. Who roamed the wild seas in search of venture and treasure. He searched with his ship the Black Skimmer which he and his crew loved for the long haul and easy smuggling. The ventures were fierce and the pay was small but to be a pirate was all this crew could want to be. They would sing a song and sail along on the high sea... So there they were about to capture a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan. Silk, pottery, golden objects, when the current started to carry them away from the prize ship. The crew of course of a duck, bear, and Ender could not do much but watch as the prize floated outside their range.

The current swiped the Black Skimmer along the narrow current path through the sea towards the Chinese Sea and out towards the ocean. Ender was singing along and the duck at the helm was quacking for all he was worth. The bear having missed a chance to plunder was into the rum and honey and not thinking much more then that the world was a venture that was weird at times and that honey on the paws is something sweet.

The wind blew the current brought up drowned ships older then times itself. One even looked like a UFO. There were roman vessels; there were Chinese junks, Viking long boats, not just one or two ole 1500 century pirate ships but more then dozen flying the skull and cross bones.

Ender being smart steered the Black Skimmer through drowned ships like a captain on a mission saving his ship. Right, left, right more straight then a maze he hauled over his ship to miss this and that ship, boat, and sea creature that had many arms and was trying to dragging down the ships caught in its arms.

Finally the Black Skimmer was in the open sea away from the path of the drowned ships. At which point Ender the pirate started to sing a sea shanty about rum and treasure that would be found from Long john Silver’s treasure map.

With that singing the Black Skimmer and crew sailed into the open China Sea with the wind blowing the flag of the skull and cross bones shown.

Ender the pirate was sailing through the seven seas between pillaging a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan when he saw her. A sleek moving Skimmer s fast but not as fast as the Black skimmer. The race was on and the bear was at the ready to throw ropes and the duck was ready to board and make her our own. The pirate way you know of getting close the flag was not flying till we were close to it.

Just when we were about to hoist the skull and bones the other ship rounded and hoisted its own skull and bones. The humor was to much for the bear who laughed a bit and the duck swearing was well worth a sailors delight. As for Ender he was still planning on taking the Skimmer just to prove he was the better pirate. Out ran the long gun and boom went the cannon.The other Skimmer captain seemed interested in this fairly even match so out ran their own cannons. Firing as if in unison a large boom was heard for at least three miles away. The other skull and bones flag was something similar to it.. The ole Black Skimmer from Pirates of the Caribbean when the forums held rum toasts and singing till all hours of the night.. Ah a fellow pirate this shall be fun to watch us to haul them through their Skimmer.

Few if any knowEnder survived two stays at the hospice.. nasty o le pace..

Ender the pirate was lost one day. Heck he was lost noramally all days. But this day he was more lost than normal. The map to McDee was not showing him, his expected booty and watching fries cook is not easy on eyes you know. So off adventuring for food he goes..

He wondered why McDonalds was not Called anymore MacDonalds for the big Mac.

He wondered the streets and found that he was sick.

The next day they cut off his foot.