'Captain's Orders'Do you dream of adventure, orIs it adventure dreaming?Do you desire distant shores,Or just the joy of scheming?Of all the things that I beheld,A sword, a star, a mission,The worst I've seen, worse than the felled,The cabin boys keep wishin'.They sit around, about the deck,Sprawled out like seasoned dunks;They hinder all the burly menWho hoist up treasure trunks.A look of dreaming in all eyes;But what's the difference here?The lazy fools, they gather flies;The workers' goals grow near.O, dream your dreams and sleep your sleep;Whatever life's your choosing.Just don't dive in your grave to deep;Too deep, and life you're losing.My sword is out ahead of meTo point out that horizon.This is your captain's bold decree:To sail to that your eye's on.
MC18: InterrogationsAugust 12, 2009. Machelix could sense that Michael was angry. His own emotions were leaning towards an immense hate directed at only someone Michael must have been dealing with at that moment. Rarely did anyone or anything set his Somebody off at the volume that this rage was. To avoid blasting anyone unintentionally, Machelix had resigned to his other room, in the West Wing of Castle Oblivion."Man, why does every temper flare that that guy has have to affect me too?" he thundered, driving his fist solidly into his pillow. He recalled this fist and plowed it instead an inch into the wall behind his bed. "At least I know how Saïx feels."He saw a figure slide under the door to his room. He viciously turned to it, causing it to drop its package before sliding under the door again. "Damn Creepers," he hissed.He bent down to pick up the letter that the lesser Nobody dropped. It
M.53.2 Cruisin for a BruisinBridgette pounded on one of the remaining occupied girls rooms. Calling on her might be dangerous, but leaving that guy out there with only Izzy o subdue him was even more dangerous. He had definitely been the one who had Duncan kidnap Beth and most likely done likewise to Leshawna. They couldnt take any risk with this one.A few heavy footsteps brought the occupant of the room to the door. The door clicked, and a growl like a caged tiger echoed out from the darkness. A single brown eye with a bag under it leered out at her as a deep voice hissed, What do you want? It was rather apparent that she was not too happy about having her beauty sleep interrupted, both in her anger and her exhaustion.We need your help, Eva, Bridgette explained. Theres someone onboard the ship whos kidnapping everyone and brainwashing them.Evas eye narrowed.
M.53.1 Cruisin for a BruisinCannonball! Owen rushed down the diving board, bounced off at the end, and landed with a tremendous splash in the pool. His wet blond head surfaced soon after the waters calmed. Everyone standing around the pool was soaked because of the wrecking-ball sized projectile that had hit the pool. Actually, wrecking ball would be a compliment for Owens physique. He rivaled the moon in size, no joke.One of his victims, a rather slender red-head dressed in a green bikini, shook the water from her head, a smile on her face. Nice one, Owen! she shouted.Owen smiled back. Thanks, Izzy. Back home they call me the cannonball king!More like Lord of the Lard Buckets! Another rather skinny girl was irritably wringing out the water from her hair. Could you get any clumsier, you oaf?Aw, lighten up, Heather,
MC14: InstinctsOctober 23, 2008. The city streets of the World That Never Was; how many times had he walked down them, the yellow windows lighting the dark pavement at his feet? The darkness and solitude of this place was just what he liked. Here a guy could think as deeply as he dared without fear of being disturbed.Machelix sat atop a garbage can in an alley branching off from these streets. He was twirling the key around his finger, a souvenir from Kriix. That girl was a mystery. She had submissively agreed to lead Machelix to the door into the Tournament, but instead she vanished in the darkness of the hallways. Machelix still had her key, but it was quite apparent that he wasn't allowed in.Looking up to the sky, a navy-blue canvas of imagination, he pocketed the key and left the alley. It was nearly time for dinner, and Xaldin had announced tonight as pasta night. The Mysterious Mage could