The portal is ajar and I stare into the void realizing it is not a void. In yet? Here I am again. Death and the valley of the shadow of death sure is a strange reality. The Gate of Alchemy (also called The Gate of Truth, The Portal, and most commonly The Gate) is a metaphysical and possibly metaphorical structure that appears within—and is central to—the Fullmetal Alchemist. It is the source of alchemical knowledge and the entrance to God's domain. Once upon a time..
Watching the as the third portal of truth has been revealed is something. Revelation each of the bowls of wrath God pours out with each sound of the trumpet brings new ideas people places ideas and stories. That the portal of truth is a very fun story and I shall enjoy it venture tonight is interesting. That people do not read all my journals or they would know that I have been closer to a black hole than 1000 light years.. https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/are-we-falling-into-a-blackhole-sure-why-not-formulas-of-spe-1267172552548528128? My journal in 2017 detailed my descent from 377,000 to 86000 to 27000 to 6000 and then.. Well, I have fallen into a black hole before my dearie.. All magic there is a price. Magic to think this is all technology on such a grand scale that only angels, God, gods, or demons are moving things and strings of puppets. That they do not realize they already are dead and I scream Believe in Jesus Repent and turn away from death. But they move forward like the kings of Psalms 2. We will break the bonds of God.. Like that is even possible read the Secret of Light. Understand Solomon. All of this is some absurd story film played out over and over again until some stories match some books written. That is just it written when and what time and am I good or evil within those stories? I have no use for evilness. I would prefer an adventure. But what about the villain? The villain is I? Is it not. To be able to deny yourself everything. And leave this reality behind. The rains come. The souls transfers is approaching. I wonder where I will wake up tomorrow. What age? When? To realize the age of man is just one of many many possibilities. To realize Solomon saw all of this and Adam too. And still did what they did for what ever reason. To play a game with God? God is the master planner designer. And the evil one? I am no longer sure what or why you would want to end. Such is life I suppose. A game. To think all of this is some weid absurd game played out over and over again and the animated totalitarianism is the death of mankind. To travel the portals of time -https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1320523585072140308 to think and learn. That is just it. What have I learned? That I have control over nothing. God is real. That allot of what I am angry about has to deal with souls or bodies that no longer exist in a future that no longer exists? I wonder. I hope I am not evil in whatever book I am going to read when I awake from this weird dream. Makes me wonder all the same. Should I be learning or saying to these folks hey stop you are going to kill yourself? I think doing good is one of those requirements. Why live? Be GOOD. Do GOOD. Live GOOD. STop evil. Outside of prayer Dear Lord forgive me and thank you for stopping evil. I am in doubt I do much good. All this is some sort of nightmare to watch as man kind greated the plagues - under Godś supervision. https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1346089637453500432 The question why does God not do anything? I am guessing he is. He is allowing everyone to find their original body to die in. Why is death part of this game? I have no idea if death is really part of this game or if this is my last 10 minutes of life and I in some sort of simulator being played. Level 1 Clint - failure extreme. Playing a game called life. Playing for keeps and all that is magic is a neutrino. The portal to a multi-verse is something too unsealed and opened for you. At one point, you realize you are not alone in this world, and you are not the only you. What makes you specific is not what you thought. For there are 10 to a power of something more than you. This means everything occurring has already happened. Yet you are you and something unique about you. So you hoped. That was my life, we were talking about. The realization that one is not unique and that you might be replaceable is something new. To deal on a metaphysical or mediation level for sometimes. Your thoughts are not alone, your actions going off into distinctive points in time. Reflective in different histories, unusual world events, and of course unlike realities. That at times when traveling across you did not realize you have walked into. That was my everyday life. My mind was swapping daily between worlds. That I was not the only one I could fathom those words. What makes you a person, and that was my religious question to rabbis, and pastor for sixty days. While trying to figure out if I could go back to my reality. My devout question passed away. When the people I talked to either did not understand nor wanted to discuss my issue. I felt better after re-reading the Bible and finding so many differences. That I realized that each reality was unique. Each has enough that I could identify certain characteristics to that specific world. Meaning the world I had been banished on for 45 plus years had been evil. Yet, it forgot something, Magic. That I step outside now awaiting my next chance venture is something of a relief to me. I at first thought I was going to hell. Not a good place. I had visited it before and left some recommendations to the homeowner. Burn it down. Although this time. The twist if one must look for in a story was that switching realities was possible. The potential to upgrade life is there. Anyhow at what cost? I do not think or recall selling my soul. Or had I or someone looking like me? That is something those interested in dogma would have to get to in the Judgment day courts. My current misadventure was with the Jehovah witnesses. My preaching of the world of parallelism. It did not go well. That I told them I accepted God, and good is the only way to go seemed okay. The rest of my polite conversation even when I won almost all the topics did not seem to bung them at all. Their thought of one life one world. Fine with me. The real question is what misadventure should I have? Since what is life if not but an adventure if anything else is a wasted life. The above written in 2017 did not account for time nor space movement. Since then 2020 update. I have watched the Internet and science books push back or re do time for now almost 4 to 20 billion years now. The adjustments coming from the following. When will this Milky Way galaxy hit Andromeda or to be exact another galaxy which the call the Milky Way there too. It fluctuates from 2 to 4 billion years depending on if earth is to one side of the galaxy or another. These realities have shurnk. This specific galaxy is a third to a fourth the size of what the science books said when I started at. 377,000 light years in diameter on the outer edge of Sagittarius arm. How small has this galaxy gotten? The NASA here uses telescopes to see molecules. In summary of a few years I have traveled the universe via black holes showing up in a parallel world each night seeking my souls body I suppose. Kind of sad really. Why? No one reads the adventures of a mad man. Example today saw a clone of a lady I went to high school with. Right Clint, a clone? If I did not know where I was yep. I would have asked Francine Spang how Rusty Wilson is doing today. The lady was even wearing a running jacket. Weird right. Clones Clint? Well, if not clones parallel realities tire of producing people and are just reusing peoples faces. And those faces are dressing like people I know and watch ever so often on Facebook. https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/when-100-000-light-years-is-what-nasa-says-and-space-force-h-1066384630804729856 Memories of another portal Memories of other times and other places.. That I have heard and not gone to four special people's funerals these past months is rather sad. Angel Montecinos Avendaño my friend. Phillip Siegle gentle giant of an uncle. Dolores Wold my sweet aunt. My padre de me torta my god father of my cake. People that knew of me. That I spent time with. That joked with me. I think that is what I miss the most. I lost my sense of humor. That is satire. i never had a sense of humor. However, for the four people that worked with me that are facebook friends an old joke is something to tell. I see we are behind. I think it is time when you are building a plane on the run. You are heading towards the cliff. I am just an auditor and hand you a piece of paper right before you jump off the cliff. I hope you have time learn what it says. Paper- Miss the curvature of the earth.. Best of luck Clint. I was never really funny. Lets be honest I was honest to a fault. Humans should not meddle in the in the affairs of dragons ... humans after all taste good with ketchup...A book is a magic portal to another dimension- taken a book is better than any drug to be high on for to read brings about imagination and dreams. The secret is not to tell those that could reach this stage but to hold onto this reality a bit by bit to make it yours. It is first responsibility of dreamers to question the authority of those seeking to enter. Secrets after all are only true when one and only one knows them. To reach these secrets visiting a person that happens to see the world a little differently such as a poet, writer, or those just a bit off and talking with them happens to open their minds to ideas. Think before thinking becomes illegal. Read before they burn or destroy the books again... Imagine before the end... Do not wish, not to know. Because you prefer to remain unenlightened, to better be a cow slaughtered in the dark. The end was here and a poor poet I am. A hero to no one who remembers. However, within my imagination, I am someone as important as the next person an influencer of good with a little naughty on the side. Someone you are pleased to know of but do not really know for sure. For how can one know a poet’s heart when his words on paper stray from politics to famous people to a cartoon drawn just recently by noon? To say I am recognizable is a short statement to those that read tiny articles or notes pinned here and there. Alternatively, poor poetry sent to people that had half a mind not read it for what is a poet, but a small person within himself caught by today’s light and in the night as unbalanced as a mad hatter at a tea party with Alice in Wonderland So few actually remembers days as a poet nor see through his eyes how the world was changing due to people lack of kindness or rareness. Shame is but sadness today. Forgotten is the way to be true and heart-felt best friends to a mad hatter. I am currently unsupervised I know, it freaks me out too. but the possibilities are endless. Blessed are the weird people-- poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, troubadours-- for they teach us to see the world through different eyes. So you are okay with the government having the weaponry to annihilate all life on earth.. But you are upset with someone that owns a rifle that holds 30 rounds? When someone tells me I live in a fantasy world, I take that as a compliment. Never be afraid to sit awhile and think. The most precious jewels you will ever have around your neck are the arms of your children. Can you handle all this awesomeness? We are each given a limitless capacity to love and attain wisdom. The extent we use these gifts is our choice. One can not be spiritually fulfilled until another animal has touched one's soul. "YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH PEOPLE'S MINDS" writer's block when your imaginary friends stop talking to you. clint the world is an odd place now a days. Is it life of ease just losing its ease. or is it life just being what it is.
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A jewel tale of a pirate
I was to meet the raiders in a Cafe Shi. In the port of Ping. The year was around 1680 something. To be honest. I sort of lost count of years. When you are into smuggling items. From Korea, to Japan, to China and elsewhere to avoid the cursed tariffs of empires and nations. Well, knowing the year means knowing what laws and regulations are being brought up. Why cause undo concern when any of the items meant the death penalty?
Cafe Shi was a tea shop with some of the best fine wines in all of small China. Small China a go between the port side of a town and well the town itself. The raiders had promised a chance at something big.
Being unemployable and unemployed at the present time. I thought it would be best to try something with a big prize.
In walks the Claw. I knew him when he was younger. That I had employed him to smuggle goods for a time made me smile.
The Claw was a legend these days. Sort of like I was a time ago. The Claw had taken possession of a fleet of trading ships. How? The rumor was he trapped them, boarded them, and slaughtered everyone on board. What a comic. The reality of the whole entire fleets crew. Well, they were all bribed. Because of the paymaster of. the owner of the fleet being a skinflint. Only paying less than going wages. The whole fleet’s crew absconded with the trading merchandise and ships.
The Claw was the one that thought up the plan. He even hired only those willing to go along with the plan to make sure no one got hurt but the corporations.
The deal happened, and they let the world know the Claw had slaughtered the whole crew. Which I heard had instead of returning to Europe went on a vacation to South America.
So the Claw spoke. His speech was interesting. The prize was something I had heard about a long time ago by another legend. Some sort of a jewel from a legendary myth country called Crimea. The jewel and other treasure were in the possession of a noble. How or why this noble had let the Claw know about the jewel was beyond me.
However, the jewel was some sort of a magical device that could do things to a man’s mind if the legend be truthful. So the plan was to raid a floating houseboat on an inland sea in central China.
The jewel kept there because of the guardian. Here the Claw must be joshing or joking, a guardian dragon. Now I knew dragons. I had fought one with the Claw when he was still young. To fight one on a house boat might be interesting.
I was to meet the raiders in a Cafe Shi. In the port of Ping. The year was around 1680 something. To be honest. I sort of lost count of years. When you are into smuggling items. From Korea, to Japan, to China and elsewhere to avoid cursed tariffs of empires and nations. Well, knowing the year means knowing what laws and regulations are being brought up. Why cause undo concern when any of the items meant the death penalty?
Meaning? A name is only as good as the next adventure and to live in a moment and die with merit or a wonderful story? What more I could ask for? We were not afraid of much. Maybe wizards of time or a woman with too much time on her hands.
So I shook my hand with the Claw who, when he noticed, laughed with me. And said it was great to be back in such low places. And that we should get some more wine and talk about old friends and places.
The conversation went like the Claw telling me this story.
There once was a great pirate before Romans, and they established any countries in Europe. He would raid an island where the treasures were according to myth from out of this world. The original Atlantis story claiming that they came from an unfamiliar world.
There the Atlantis lived afraid of this pirate until they built the Talons. A sort of statue that walked the island, protecting the island from pirates.
Well, that did not sit well with this pirate of legends. So in the middle of a flotilla of ships he disguised his ship and crew. The pirate went right with their great trade ships and out with. Well, according to the Claw, the crown jewel of some wizard of time or not.
The jewel was a portal stone or time stone. The Claw kept on excitedly how with the stone one could go places in time and what not.
Me? I had had a pearl once upon a tale. So I was interested, and so the plan was laid out.
The nobleman was to be called away to the capitol city by a bribe the Claw had provided an authority. Seems corruption was everywhere these days.
Once gone evidently the boat house only protection was a dragon. Now, the last dragon that the Claw and I had encountered was a long time ago. That we accidently shoot it with a cannon at point blank range was well. Complete happen stance and luck.
This time luck had to be just right. We set the date. The plan was laid that both smoke and other bombs. They would be used to enter the house boat. Blind the dragon. Then secure the jewel. A classic switch in a fast heist with a phony jewel to replace the real one. And out we go. With no pursuit. Because why waste a chance of someone coming back to steal something if nothing was stolen?
So there was me, Ender the pirate, the Claw, and my crew. My crew is not normal. Let us just say we are misfits from Christmas isle and let that make your imagination work.
My first mate looked like a squirrel and acted like one too. He was given the fake jewel and instructions on what room the jewel was in.
My cook sort of looked like a bear. And his sole job this time around was to throw smoke bombs as fast as he could. Given the signal once the first mate was in a position to enter the house boat.
Me and the Claw were to address the dragon personally. I thought this over in reflection and some plans are stupid. Only one reflected on them, but at the time of implementation. Life is merit or nothing else.
So the day came. The nobleman rode off to the capitol. We were in place. The first mate had climbed to a window just above the treasure room.
The signal went. The cook started throwing smoke bombs. Everything seemed to go great.
Just then the Claw and I meet a woman where I was expecting a dragon.
Now I had prepared live bombs for the occasion. There I was in a kind of pickle having a fuse lit in one hand with a bomb and well a woman. Who instead of crying or anything seemed to know the Claw.
And looking at the Claw? Well, I could see he knew her. The Claw was in love. Great.
Storming a houseboat with a dragon and some woman. And then the Claw starts talking, waving me away. No dragon appeared. I was wondering what or if the jewel was actually here.
Then the woman transformed into a white dragon. Wildly unexpected by me.
The dragon pounced on the Claw. Who only waved at me yet again. I wondered what to do. Throwing a live bomb at a friend is not something I would consider. In yet, the dragon was or looked like she would eat him.
The cook had stopped throwing smoke bombs. This indicated in the plan that my first mate was out.
So I tried to get the Claw away from her. But instead of letting me pull him away. He waved me goodbye. The love sick fool was in love with a dragon.
So I got out of there. My first mate with the jewel in hand. So my first mate, Cook, and I went away. That was not the last I heard of the Claw. However, the jewel of time was something else to behold and what stories could be told.
As for the Claw? I heard that he and the dragon ran away together. Something dealing with her obligation of guarding the jewel was no longer valid with no jewel to guard. As for the nobleman? I keep tabs on his family for the jewel? However maybe the fake one is all they needed for they do not appear to be missing anything.
Well, being time traveling pirates is something to keep a journal on.
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So I jumped into the portal each time as fast as a car. I was going in the portal the fourth time.
This time if was my nightmare. I yelled as hard as I could because I was scared as if the whole world was yelling. There were dragons, goblins, and monsters they were as mean and frightening as Smeagul.
There was a monster so scary even the earth would have jumped out of its pants if it worn some.
I ran to my room and looked at myself in the mirror. I was the same red dress, red hair, blue eyes white skin, and diamond tiara and shoes. However, my hands had something one had a magic word, and the other had an x.. I know it if was the word I had to say. I was about but then my family was in danger. So I went to attack the monster. I attacked as hard and it fell to the floor. So I called Luisa, She came as fast as light. Then I said the words, and I was in my bed. After the girl looked so I won a horse and a girl. So this is the end of my story.
The year was something like 1673 or 1678. Ender the pirate was sitting at café Shi in the Ping port of China. He was listening to a person explain in revealing detail a shipping route. An exchange between Japan and Korea. Which covered the exchange of gold from Korea for pearls from a peninsula off the coast of Japan. The person giving the details was a Japanese thief known from a prior venture. Was he honest? His creative tale in ascribing the richest and treasure made that question mute. Ender could have if he went along with the scheme be rich for a time. Only if the pirate would join in and capture even one of the prize ships being sent within the next month.
The bandit crook pirate thief stopped his tale. Ender smiled. The bandit had said something else in his intricate tale of sorts, along with the blueprint of each ship being sent. That detail might have escaped in the detail to those listening. However, as a selling point, it was a major selling point. The thief mentioned the pearl. The background of the pearl story is told elsewhere, however, to gain the infamous captain Ender’s trust. And Enders participation in the venture the thief let slip that it was to be moved to Korea.
It was only a tale. A dragon’s tail, to be specific. A pearl of great value according to the Bible. Yet, Ender did not mention or pretend to be any more interested in the tale. Who pays attention to legends? Myths that are thrown around pirate bars in the middle of the night? When one takes bets on if one can do this is this or that is that.
The challenge on Ender’s mind was that legend. Specifically, the drunkard who while drunk sang a story to Ender. What a tale. That tale teller was long ago dead. His crew mates might have more of the legend? Or some acquaintance? Ender concentrated on the thief’s tale. Finally, the last sales point was produced or given, and the bandit asked was Ender in?
They had cleared the room. Ender considers for a moment, letting the silence in the place get a seizing of the crook’s dreams. Cafe Shi's tea servers had retired from the area. When demanded and paid so that the conference was secret. In yet, Ender knew if the bandit was chatting to him. He had most likely communicated to other pirates. So within the moment, Ender reached a decision.
The decision would make for a metamorphosis of the pirate Ender’s life. But would take him places no one would believe. He makes his reply with there being a settling in blood to be established. The crook was not ready for a blood contract. Ender was the first of an extensive list of pirates. That was required to capture the entire treasure fleet. The fleet being committed within a month to sail.
With provisions provided. Ender went exploring for his ole drinking mates, crew mates, family, acquaintances. Anyone that might have picked up the tale of the pearl of great price stole. Not the biblical King James version. No. Like most stories. There are stories told outside of English that people hear and peaks one interest. This was a tale of a fellow recognized in Japan as Jesus. He had lived a long time ago and was a farmer. He had come from the middle eastern area to understand from the priests and creeds of the territory. Ender’s remembrance of the tale. It went along the lines that Christ had changed. That the Japanese lifestyle of cultural and family respect shown steeped in honor. That Christ reconsidered shown. That the Christ of that world or worlds had abandoned Israel. How or why the tale by the drunk teller of the tale was often either confused or misspoke or? For worlds come laugh with me? Who had believed in parallel worlds?
None of those questions were on Ender’s mind. Ender kept on looking for his ole drinking mates, fellow crew mates and family. Until he found a little boy that had been a cousin or nephew of the drunk man who told the tale. Time had abused the poor lad beyond recognition. His stammering was almost too much of a turned off Ender. Almost. However, the kid later to be known as the Claw had away about him. And either he could lie through his teeth about the story or his uncle or cousin had told the kid the complete story. How this pearl of great value was a key to what one only could be considered a magical portal.
Why was Ender so keen on this? Part of his ole drinking buddy’s tale was that even parallel worlds not everything was the same. A man might find that which or was known in one world. Or yet in another world was lost or forgotten about in another world. And since the key was worlds. Ender’s dream. The dream was something much bigger. Then a treasure fleet of Japanese and Korean treasure ships.
After re-listening to the same tale repeatedly. Ender next stop upon hearing the complete story of the pearl of great value. A certain place, it was a small bookshop on Port Pings side street. The pirate searched within the stacks of scrolls, horse hides, some old books. Taking many literature works. And other forms of books until he had gathered a small collection of stories. What stories one might ask? What was real? Where that reality had been found. And what difficulties or stories involved in locating said objects? Like? Aldin’s carpet, Solomon’s ring, the gold hoard, treasures of gold. Stories of rubies, diamonds, and books. Books? Books that were said to contain lost knowledge of time. And places in which even their legends existed in yet their whereabouts were a mystery or known.
The plan was bold. Enders plan was to swipe the pearl of great value. And with it take through space time and other worlds the very treasures that legends were made of. His plan was bold. His investigation at the bookstore had brought notice to him. However, Ender was a crazy pirate that often did insane things. Like writing poetry. To and about kings, queens, and other people that at either might have crossed his path. So even with little more than notice. Ender’s plan was developing faster. His crew he informed them of a specific treasure. That which he assured them would bring them their wildest dreams.
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Getting the Black Skimmer ready for battle was of a challenge in Ping Port China. The trip out and holding area would need weeks of waiting. Waiting meant food and other support. Ender was up to that challenge by going into a little side business. Which turned into a small fortune. He had to open up on his kitchen, which held a special cook to a local business. There the cook had made a small cookie like dough. And with another person considered a seer of sorts. They inserted whose insights into the cookie. A small rice paper written fortunes statements into the dough. Which was baked and cooked until a crisp hard like a cookie? The special cook made hundreds of them. The seer more of a person with good hearing and knowledge about seasons. Well wrote out fortunes that were accurate, and the people of Port Wing ate them up. In fact, they ate them. So much that Ender was considering turning a small bait and tackle shop into a cookie factory. However, the funds turned up for the food, and other items needed for his venture.
The fortune cookie dough or fortune was enough to outfit many a ship. Ender with funding had to buy some explosives. Which were still under Chinese export control? The cost was more than normal in yet the fortune from the fortune cookies made up the difference.
The time of waiting was longer than one month. Ender and the future Claw would spend time together. Ender would ask the child with questions on the same story his relative had told him. While waiting Ender sent out the Claw to find out if there were more stories about his relative.
While waiting for the time to go out. We fit the Black Skimmer with an extra cannon. And more shot, along with a long gun that ran a good third of the upper deck. In the meantime, Ender found an additional small crew to help with the future prize ship. The plan being to hit one of the treasure ship’s midsection, board it, and sail it away with the additional crew. The thinking a quick blast with a long gun filled with shot to cut down the ship’s crew from a distance. This would allow the Black Skimmer to hide better during a fight.
The Black Skimmer fitted with a long gun. Supply onboard. Awaited a message from the crook that had set up the plan. At midnight in mid-May the message came. And Ender, crew and Black Skimmer sailed out of port to a slight island close to southern Korea. Meeting at the isle. There were seven other pirate ships. Eight pirate ships assembled. Versus according to reports of 24 ships. 12 from Japan, 12 from Korea, both filled with solders and guards for the treasure exchange.
The crook introduction of all seven other pirate captains with Ender. The meeting took place on the small island. The plan reviewed and revised because of the lack of ships. Instead of taking on all the ships. The decision was to go for only the Japanese ships and to take them closer to Japan than Korea. So the island was to be used for the night. Then the ships would sail towards the Japanese port. Which was known to be the starting point of the treasure fleets departure point?
That night, Ender sat at a table talking with a boy whose name would be Claw about strange stories. The seer whose fortunes written on rice paper had become rather famous saw in a vision a scary story. His tale was so profound it changed the crew of 32 minds on what to do.
The seer against Ender was not that big of a deal. Ender only request was that they try to get at least one ship. The profound tale told by the seer. With Enders counter talk of one treasure ship might be worth all their troubles. The counter talk changed the crew’s mind on the seers tale and the decision was to go forth.
Since the seers tale had a profound impact on the crew and Ender. They formed an alternative plan. Ender required each crew member for a sit down. And discussion on which ship the crew member should be on upon the taking of a treasure ship. When push comes to shove a select group of five were chosen to stay on the Black Skimmer. While the rest would crew the larger Japanese ship.
The seer’s vision made for the plan to work a question mark. Meaning the vision was of most of the crew eating each other. Since starvation was something most agreed was not what they wanted. Ender planned around that by having the fishing nets brought out of storage and use. Ender revised plan of fishing, including and informing each member to cut the net away from the ship. Once upon sighting the treasure fleet to cut the nets away and let them drop. However, in the meantime, to ensure they fed everyone. More than what they expected they would fish to keep themselves fit lean and well feed.
Thus with that the Black Skimmer and seven other ships set up a shadow blockade off the coast of a Japanese port. Enders fishing net sort of made the entire group of ships acceptable. To the few passing other ships which passed during the waiting time.
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The nights were calm. Until on the second week of waiting. When a storm blew in with no warning. The Japanese treasure fleet set sail straight right into the view of the storm. Probably trying to outrun it or save their ships from being battered against the shores. There were only nine ships that made it out to be of the Japanese port. Time passed, by the time each of the blockade fleet realized what was going on. During the storm there were only five pirate ships left, two either sunk or blown away. The Black Skimmer moved on promptly with one of the more impressive ships. Evidently the crew had not all gotten onboard. Because the front long gun cut down those on top and the boarding party did not find any resistance.
The plan had worked. Well. Sort of. The storm continued. The boarding party on the Japanese ship included Ender. Who went directly to the treasure hold and liberated what looked like a pearl held between a staff. Upon touching the staff. Its guardian awoke. A white pearl colored dragon. The dragon slaughtered the boarding crew. While Ender made his escape with the pearl to the Black Skimmer. On the Black Skimmer, the seer and crew watched. Then upon the dragon’s breath as their dead crew mates seemed to become enchanted by the dragon. They rigged the ship to come after the Black Skimmer. The storm was still blowing while all this took only a matter of twenty minutes all to unfold. Ender having made it back to the Skimmer reloaded the long gun and waited to fire at the Japanese treasure ship. The dragon onboard could be heard chanting some weird chant. A whisper heard over the storm. “May you never see your world’s shores again!” The wind with that whispered died out. The passed storm waves still splashed, the other ships were nowhere to be seen dragon. Just the Skimmer, fleeing in the direction that the wind was blowing. While a dead treasure ship was being forced towards it. Then the wind came back. Blowing and tossing both ships around. From the deck of the Skimmer, the crew watched the white dragon. The dragon looked like it was going to take a drink from the ocean leaning way overboard. Instead, upon watching a realization, the dragon was blowing a bubble. And with the bubble was coming up old dead ships. And to the surprise of all on the Black Skimmer, their crew were walking about preparing to fight.
The seer yelled hard to port. Which swung the entire ship around at a 180 degrees. While a crew member touched the long gun. Just at that moment, as if planned, firing the complete blast into the white dragon.
However, the 180 degree swing in the Skimmer put the ship right into the path of what the dragon had been doing. Which was an enormous bubble? That brought together all the sunken ships, the treasure ship, and Black Skimmer into a whirlpool. Taking them all down and out towards the open ocean. The blast of the canon had hit the white dragon who fell overboard. The bubble however kept on swirling. The whirlpool and took all the ships, and bubble down into what I could only describe as a funnel. That seemed to run underneath the ocean. Pulling all the ships outward from between Korea and Japan into the Pacific ocean. And towards the Americas.
With the white dragon gone, the dead did not seem to be interested in the Black Skimmer. The Black Skimmer being provisioned with one month of food for 32 members. Which was down to seven now found that along with two weeks of fishing food for a few months? The pearl of great value was onboard. And the treasure ship of the Japanese was still floating nearby with a complete dead past crew members in yet. They had no interest in the Black Skimmer. The funnel pushing the bubble keep a fast pace, outpacing all the ocean life that swam by.
When the crew finally felt comfortable. We made an investigation of one of the smaller sunken ships. The dead or zombies did not seem to notice or care much what happened as long as their ship was sailing. Thus began the looting. Not of just one ship but of a whole underwater fleet of sunken ships and one treasure ship all manned with zombies.
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