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“Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.”

Pray for Peace. War is evil. War is crazy. Pray for Peace. No war with Iran.Dec 22, 2021, 4:10:46 PM

Ender the pirate was sailing through the ocean 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. Michelle after getting drunk three days straight was put 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 began to worry 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.

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. Time shift to a similar person but in a different time zone.

This is a simple story of a space battle, such a tale as may be told by a pirate who is no writer to a reader who is no pirate. The morning of Sunday, the seventh of day of June 2013, was bright and cold. The wake up call of the captain was sounded rather late, for the snakes, wearied with long voyage, were to have a day at port in New York City prior to destroying and conquering the planet for their own evil design to end human kind. The snake people were here for revenge and were ahead of the heavenly ship by eight years. Within seven years they will have conquered the world and made the humans their slaves both mentally and physically destroying, murdering, and causing wars that would destroy a full four fifth of the worlds population. The men in black were hopeless in fighting the snakes and the worlds governments had be influenced by the snakes to build their bunkers within the worlds crust which would be nuked to a French fry causing no people to be able to live there. But that day that day prior to Nibils arrival was such a strange day. The snake people dressed as human wondered through New York using their stolen credit cards to buy what they wanted and make the jewelry stores their profit for a lifetime and since they would only live another few days. Well that was their day. AS a pirate this is where I came upon this viewing. Pirates viewing are a bit different from a seer’s viewer or fortune tellers. Ender the Pirate was hoping only for a profit. Now how did a land dwelling pirate end up p in space one might ask and that is the jest of the story The portals to other worlds and realms was opened to him due to his riding the great skimmer into the tidal cycle that wove around earth and ate ships, isle, and whole continents at times. The story goes Ender was about to take the ship little Endeavor from Ms. Churchill off the coast of Japan in 1500s when the tide pulled the skimmer into a slush pill of other ships and tings. The cycle pulled and pushed and the skimmer was pulled out into the ocean from the Chinese Sea within minutes of it being sucked into the tide. There Ender was forced to reconsidered life and chances. The first encounter on the tidal cycle was other survivors looking for food.

Be careful not to hurt people, they can begin to love you less. The pain you cause can chisel their hearts, until there's nothing left."

A woman’s intuition is more accurate than a man’s certainty.

Trust is like an eraser: it becomes smaller and smaller with every mistake.

If you ask me if I like your company my answer is YES, However, if you want to know if I can live without you, my answer is YES also.

It is better to be alone. Than being whit someone who makes makes you alone.

The heart does not die when it stops beating; dies when the heart beats no sense.

A wise woman avoids drama she knows her time is precious she doesn’t waste her time on trivial things.

You can never fall in love with someone whom you never laugh whit.

True friends are the ones who have nice things to say about you behind your back.

Hurt me whit the truth but never comfort me whit a lie.

I don’t have time to hate people who hate me, because I’m too busy loving people who love me.

When I love, I love with no limitations but if you betray me I love myself enough to let you go .*

Don’t hurt anyone. It only takes a few seconds to hurt people you love and it can take years to heal.

Fitness is like marriage you can’t cheat on it and expect it work.

A bad attitude is like flat tire you can’t go anywhere until you change it.

One of hardest things to do is letting go not because you want to but because you have to.

A broken promise hurts as much as a lie you don’t just make them believe, you also make them hope.

Life may not be the party we hoped for but while we are here, we might as well dance.

Real couples stay faithful they don’t even think about looking for another because they’re to busy looking for ways to show love to each other.

Never ignore a person that loves you cares you and miss you because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting stars.

Never waste your feelings on someone who doesn’t value them.

A woman’s intuition is more accurate than a man’s certainty.

Is sad to put an end to a chapter of life, but if you don’t, it is impossible to write more stories.

It might not be tonight, tomorrow or the next day, but everything is going to be okay.

Not everyone has the intelligence to conquer another, the wisdom to take care and imagination to love .

a person who is willing to do whatever it takes to put a smile on your face. worth keeping around

Ender seated at a table in Cafe Shi. Awaiting.. Waiting.. What is he waiting for? An adventure. It is not like corporate jobs or government. Where someone or group always pushes you into an adventure.

No, a pirate is an independent contractor. One who must always be open to new ideas. To think outside the box? That is the problem with pirates. Most of them never understood the box. And pondered why people enslaved to the box do not break free? Obvious the box gives comfort. While drinking warmed wine in Cafe Shi?

Brought about pondering of the current times and symbolism seen in the worlds today. Worlds? Why yes? Having two time traveling jewels and a time journal. Ender knew as well as many a Mandela affected person that there are realities. Mirror worlds. Where you could not tell the difference between one thing or another thing. What made this absurd is some real things are outdone in the mirror world.

How so? Magic is real folks. Demons? Sure. Djinns most differently.

In fact, that was what Ender was wondering about. You see, there are both heavenly books. And well evil books. What is the difference? The creation of them, of course. To the present age books made out of human skin? That works for some evil. While other?

Demons fight each other too. Destroying each other over time. When they kill each other. At times they skin their defeated demons and well. Make books out of them.

In several realities you have probably already heard of some of those books.

Example? Walt Disney purchased a book once upon a time. He did a great job with his first character. In fact, the word is that in some realities Oscar the rabbit is the mascot of Disney, not Mickey mouse. Say what?

Not all realities end the same. You be in my nightmare, folks. I am pushing the limits here.

In those worlds which were older or younger depending on how one looks at space time. He built a wonderful Disney World where the train went right from the airport to Disney World. Seems like a dream now? I hope I do not have to check to see if that is correct in this time line or not.

Anyway, like all rich men, his fame was a bit questionable. You think Disney affiliation with Epstein was wrong here? Think of much larger eviler worlds. Where for example Disney actually opened Evil Disney cafes. Some, for example, I believe right in the Empire State building New York City.

Come now, that is a lie. Realities change. Times change. So what happened here?

Those were older times in yet younger times. Meaning? Ah scientifically time can be slowed down. How? Mmm.. In these realities with satellites dragging the earth light from the projector sun. So?

Well, in one reality it happens so close to you and you are watching like a television and seeing what to do to escape.

Escape? Yes. You see this. This all of this is a game. Escape what? The military knows they have slowed the UFO down by some fleet, but it fails in the end. Why? It is a game.

Is that why the mark of the beast is an RNA vaccination to destroy humanity so that the UFO forget human race? Or is the RNA vaccination part of God’s plan to bring dementia to those taking it? Or both? Or is it a way for humanity to fight an invading race of aliens?

Pick your choice. All I can say if the RNA causes sterilization. The Children of Men in 2007 was about a reality where all humanity becomes sterile.

Surely the vaccination will work? Think V for Vendetta and realize the movie taking place in 2037 means the virus was let loose now. And here is the kicker. In this reality, the English lab is known and patented the vaccine in November 2019.

Sounds like a horror story? Sure, sure. I suppose it does. However, I was a pirate, and I was pondering this is this and that is that. Trying to figure out a good idea to.. Well, die with merit? I mean, I am already dead. This game of life is about up. The clock to either the blood moon in 2035 or 2021 or later is already been turned on. Do I survive?

I am a one-footed, one-eyed pirate living La Paz, Bolivia, when I am not sitting in Cafe Shi. What do you think? Zombies like World War Z? I am good. Why? I am already told an expiration date. I doubt I am healthy enough for the zombies to worry about.

What else? The democrats push to track everyone seems to be non stoppable. Trump seems to have lost his mind during the Fox interview with Mr Chris Wallace.

What does this mean? Means someone is playing with time against Trump and his kind. While the corporations destroy US and with insurance fraud get to keep their wealth.

So the government is no help. Corporations no help. What about religion? The mark of the beast is out and I do not hear anyone saying get rid of your Microsoft software. So I would say religions have failed to.

What about the news? If I am the news, someone had failed to pay me.

Ah, to be a pirate and wonder about these things in this day and age. To be at the forefront of the beginning of the end of the end of the beginning of time.

Say what?

Well, I have had according to the Internet billions of years to rethink life in a freezer. I suspect that God’s statement that I am the beginning and the end means just that.

When God gets tired of this game show. He just drops in his story line where he wants it and poof. The story ends and begins where it was supposed to be. But what about all the other mirror worlds? Where you have heard that CO2 gas destroyed much of the world? Or a comet hit the world, and it destroyed all buildings. Or a nuke went off in Hawaii in December 2017?

Simple math, really. This too is a past already for God. He can do what he wants.

So why has he not? There is still a chance. Surrender to him. Why destroy reality over personalities?

So what is at stake? Humanity. If you take the vaccine, you are not human. In fact, you lose enough humanity you murder your own family if you take it or if you do not they turn you in to be murdered.

Why? Well read the patent it is a computer-based telecommunication system cryptocurrency. Meaning? The reason the bible says you could offer gold for bread is not because bread is worth that much. But because they turn something in humanity off. so that gold is worthless ie cryptocurrency exchange.

If you read more into the patent. It seems to be a battery. Also, which means you would work for the corporation for however long a mirror world lasts.

Not good. I thought slavery was all about the BLM movement and Antifa. Evidently them being paid by the corporations. To commit insurance fraud is okay by the government. There are plenty of videos where the people are shown being paid money right out of someone’s hand. Or some pile of bricks mysteriously show up? From some corporation sponsoring this destruction of humanity. So into the end of the worlds Ender the time traveling pirate is looking for.

For what exactly? Cafe Shi's warm wine made him ponder. Watching the end of time is not exactly the ticket he had wanted to purchase. It meant only one thing. That all his life might have been a joke to someone.

Sadness to be a joke all Ender’s life and realize that this all of this is an illusion. Makes him wonder what merit of life has to do with anything?

Say what? What do you want your story to be?

I was a corporate drone battery warned by the Matrix, the Bible. Yet I still took the vaccine and sterilized myself. And later on went and turned into a zombie?

How does a pirate live out his life with merit? Tell a story? I doubt two people will read this. Karen from the FBI and George from the CIA. Beyond those two. Who knows who else reads me these days. Books, maybe there is a magical book where I can walk away from this?

Zachariah changed to Zechariah, and I went from a nuclear war to a zombie army fighting God. Seems like a bit of a plot twist in any novel I would have read. That humanity is at stake and yet no hero has shown up to save the day is absurd in yet here I am. Watching the end of time.

Are or are all Australians dead now? Are there zombies in Japan? China has it burnt its 34th millionth person by marching them into a shipping container, closing it and burning them up?

Makes me think and wonder.

Any plans? Prayer. Dear Lord, forgive me. Beyond that? I need more wine. I think that is what these worlds are missing, more winos with dreams.

To reflect on life and realize that death is right around the corner, whether by May 2021, 2025 2035 or later or much sooner is the sort of question to think about.

Should I try to avoid death? That is an absurd question everyone dies. Then they have their day of judgment.

That is the most awful part of the Montauk Project that keeps on changing.

Why? Simple this is a game. And those that win? I doubt I know anymore the video keeps on changing.

What if the bible is truthful? There are levels of heaven. I wonder if the food is better on level three versus level two? Levels four get wine?

What about the freezer? I have knowledge of that. I hope I do not go to the freezer anymore. It is cold and the dreams are so weird I worry that I do not have a soul anymore.

Maybe there is some other plan? Scientologist dream of a hive mind reality with 70 planets and trillions of souls? I doubt I would fit in. I dislike other people that much. They are creepy. And to have their thoughts forced upon me? No thanks. Are there no other options?

They break the fairy treaty between Forrest Finn and the treasurer hunter and fairies there is some plan to hunt humanity down these days. That Forrest treasure was actually a fairy treaty treasure. That treaty that kept some worlds without fairies for thousands of years. There is a question. I have heard of what jokes they play. I am not sure I would like my chances there. Dragons after all are real folks. I have seen at least one shape shifter and yes she was beautiful but I doubt she was or would be interested in me.

So what about the UFO offers? They have left in the middle of 2019. So what or where does that leave me?

Without hope? I hope in God. I believe Jesus can resolve this issue. However, I am a little disappointed that I could not fix this issue. I should be able to rethink an end plan.

Tell Trump to surrender to God? Why fight God?

Because the democrats are beaming thoughts into his mind. Weird thoughts and destroying his presidency? I doubt that would go over very well.

Is there nothing else? Sure be good, so good. Stop evil. How does one stop China from burning their own people?

I have no idea. Pray? Dear Lord, help the Chinese people.

Dear Lord, help Hong Kong.

Fight? That is just it. Time travel already has a finishing point. If this is mine, so be it. What if I am found lukewarm? Laughter to think of me as half way evil or good. I worry about that. I am an evil pirate. Black-hearted. I would steal candy from a babe. And she would laugh and cry about it and I would just eat the candy.

The mystery is this my doing? Did I have a part in this evilness? I sure hope not.

However, that I can figure this much out means I must have somehow been part of some of this stupidity.

How to escape? Death? I am already dead. So.. maybe I should just buy popcorn and wait for the zombie army? Or heaven UFOs forces or the end of time?

I mean, the end of battle is already written and this. All this. Is resolved in yet I am still unclear what I am supposed to learn outside that life is unfair and not the way it promised me.

Say what?

Read Zechariah these days. The bible will fill a third of heaven with people that were cheated in life.

My life was a miracle. That I have lived this long is something more of a miracle. However, that I am not in my body anymore means I have died and this. All this is some illusion or dream. That it is backwards moving I can figure that out from now when NASA says one day. The galaxy is going counterclockwise and the next day it says clockwise the galaxy is going. The significance testing I suppose is this where my soul belongs in this body today or not. What will l happen? I suppose a volcano will blow up sooner or later. To be a pirate and not have an escape plan for burning lava. I will have to add that to my escape plan book next time.

Next time? This might be just my third time through this hellish reality. Or it might be my first. Either way. Evil is evil and these mirror worlds fall and nothing is left. Is there no hope?

There is Jesus. Believe in him. Here the old testament has changed. Wak awa from evil. Do good.

Surely, you do more than drink wine and think these thoughts? You are a pirate after all?

Lets be honest I lost in this life. And to win once more is more than I have in me. To try and try and try yet again?

Cafe Shi, is a small cafe where they serve warm wine. Shi in Chinese means spirit or ghost or something like that. The cafe of ghosts.. Welcome to what a pirate thinks about during his down time.

While this was taking place in my mind. In walks a famous person little known in this reality. In your time frame he is the great great grandfather of one Sir Francis Burton and I think third great grandfather of Sir Harry Flashman.

Now he was a naval officer on some military incursion or another the year was something like 1690s or later I think. Lets be honest years come and go and sometimes I am not sure of reality.

Anyways...

Mr. Flashman had a map. And according to the map. A treasure map. Needless to say, I was impressed. The size of the giant gold statue man was three to four times the height of the man on the measured scale of the map.

Just thinking of gold brought the discussion to ahead. Mr. Flashman needed help to transport and getting from point A to point B with said gold statue.

Now, Talon and the first mat had left on another adventure. So it was just me and the cook. However, I said yes. Thinking at even 10 percent of the take I would be wealth enough for a while of drinking wine.

So over some warm wine the details were made. To the mysteriously place called Never Never Land. According to the instruction. It was guarded by pirates, Indians, and something called a Shadow boy.

That Mr. Flashman failed to mention this was his third attempt to reach Never Never land. Was not part of the discussion, however later on in this tale it will come up.

Now forgive me for thinking here. I pondered why pirates would hold on to a gold statue instead of well spending it. Seemed like a waste of gold.

As for Indians, they do with gold what they want to. And as for Shadows? I had yet to meet one that I could not stick full of holes with a sword or blade or run away from.

So off we went on the Black Skimmer crewed by me, a crook or cook who was a bear and Mr. Flashman.

We reached Never Never Land without much difficulty. There was Davy Jones, of course, with him and his crew trying to spoil our adventure. That I was already dead and proved him to be a liar well. That did not sit well with Davy Jones but I was me and he was him and being dead already I did not need his ship to get to the underworld.

As for the cook, he was a bear and was not interested in attaining the afterlife at present.

That left only Mr. Flashman, which being a naval officer and boaster made a bet with said Davy Jones. That he could out hood wink him in a dice game.

And so he did win according to Davy Jones a time lapse for his soul would serve on their hellish ship.

After that I was bound to reach Never Never Land without much more than a thought. However, during the night a shadow was seen by the cook trying to sneak into the crew deck. The cook followed it and saw it try to steal the map.

The cook not having that did a bit of this is this and that is that. And kept the map while throwing the shadow into the candle light and poof it went.

Arriving at said location of the map where some isle was supposed to be. Well, according to the map it and the location it was not there. However, under the moonlight it appeared.

Along with a small five ship fleet of pirates. Since the Black Skimmer is something of a legend in speed. We skimmed along the island water edge and near the island. Until almost all five of the ships were stuck on sand bars. Or slowed down because of the fast pace the Black Skimmer set.

Upon hiding the Black Skimmer and landing. Mr. Flashman and the cook prepared for a long hike to the gold statue. How we three planned on getting it out?

The secrets of a pirate? Shh.. In the place of three extra crew members I had four donkeys to land.

So off we all went riding donkeys to legendary golden statues. Now that night the Indians attacked. They scalped poor Mr. Flashman left him for dead. However, he lived and thus had to wear a hat to cover his scared bloody head.

Me and the bear? The first upon the first Indian attack went bizarrely insane. Between the bear tearing people apart and me tearing people throats out. The attack was over almost as fast as it began just with Mr. Flashman losing all his hair.

Mr. Flashman was in pain. I started to search around.

Wonderland? Why, yes I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land, a sort of between Oz and Katmandu however on the Chinese side not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean.

Few people realize that in England with the assumption that Alice was English that small portals or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe leading to all sorts of places in the world and elsewhere.

Any ways, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talk with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book about a place that great uncle Burton talked about during the night tea.

Uncle Burton talked about how h and a madman that made hats for a living once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught.

The hat maker in one of uncle Burton’s many tales was given the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his real name but htat hw as a hat maker was for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey.

There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen? The map that could take people cross time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyais.

Just where had the map come from? Who knows, however uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor at times pirate or cacique of Poyais had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela.

At times one had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey at times tell tales and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said the ship was bound to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some high official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent.

Anyways where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway a twinkle in my eye I am not there any more. Humor a map. Yes yes that was where this story was suppose to go.

Any ways, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talk with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book about a place that great uncle Burton talked about during the night tea.

AH, yes. After some wine. Let me see. Getting back to the map of the universe, Wonderland, Sir Burton, Pirate known as MacGregor, and well the rabbit that stole the map of the universe. Where was I? ah, yes. Uncle Burton or Sir Burton the man was everywhere in 1800s he lived a charmed life.

He and Mr. MacGregor meet off the coast of India. General Pirate MacGregor had the map with him and was on an expedition to Nepal. The idea of gaining more investors for his territory in Venezuela required that he have something special. The map indicated a gold statue which MacGregor had promised one of his investors.

Sir Burton was not Sir at this time he was a young man in I believe he said he was it the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry based in Gujarat and under the command of General Charles James Napie. Anyway Uncle Burton was one of the few learned white men that was interested in languages and learned oh gosh lots according to Uncle Burton. I think a short list was proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki and Marathi as well as Persian and Arabic. Anyway Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and was lost looking for someone to help with languages in Bombay.

The two meet er. per Uncle Burton at a brothel. At this time Mr. MacGregor was calling himself Cazique of Poyais. In layman's term a chief of a South American country to which he was selling land, and other items to any would be investor. The two meet over a woman, who introduce Uncle Burton to Cazique of Poyais in English because she had listened to Mr. MacGregor tale and thought that Uncle Burton could help.

Ender the pirate having been hit with a coconut was dazed from Talon. The giant statue that guarded what was left of the original Crete at the end of the world. Lets be honest so few people remember the world as it use to be. North America above Europe, South America to the side of Africa. The Nigera falls flowing right into the Mediterranean basin forming around the garden of Eden a oasis of water feeding into what is now called Syria via the Black Sea which was all about 800 feet lower at that time in history when the real Crete existed and the end of the world? Well, believe it or not was close to Ekalaka Montana also knew in the past as where hell could be viewed because most the residence were escapees from hell. shh that last part is a secret few people know even today. Any ways Ender the pirate was listening to Talon discuss how the rivers of the Nigeria falls use to flow into the great Mediterranean before the great quake that split continents and moved them far and wide. Claw for his past being sat on by a statue of Talon was more or less captured and had to listen to tales that if were told no one would believe them anyways. How pirates of old had tried to capture the great Crete empire also known to some as Atlantis. How in the end ancient empire Tyre turned into a an island due to fighting the Persians had used magic or words to cause the final downfall of Atlantis via the Chaldeans. People remember their mythology on how Alexander the Great had conquered both empires a long time ago in yet their later stories tend to be forgotten. Ender was quite taken back. The guardian noticing Ender was up from his knock on the head with a coconut looked askingly as if . Do you really want to fight? Instead Ender just sat and listened. Sending Liz the dragon upon a quest that was something of a mystery even to the narrator of this st

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indeed swashbuckling pirate should this way stay

reality is a ship sailing away

always searching for a place to harbor or stay

time is but a moment to those under the black flag sail

eternity is a prayer for those under the sail

sailing away

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 was 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..

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