Captain's logbook. Breeze. Night of 7 November 2011.

It was a dark and stormy oh nevermind.

We found a way. Serious. We are finding a way and have charted a course for home! The crew's relief is palpable. I swear. Once loose of the rocks that would have wrecked us to smithering jellyfish, we find ourselves blessed with a magic grace, a couple of grand notions and a new direction: we have turned toward the southern stars. We are no longer at time's mercy - and have instead invited the navigator of that strange energy that marks our passage to below-decks for a good conversation.

The world is going to help make the great \ARK/ work.

That's all for now ... now, no more than whispers and innuendo ... for we must still pass through the cliff-hanging straits ... where narrowing gorges, unknown and rough seas may still await us ~ and somehow our secrets preserve us.

Meantime, the cook is cooking with some serious jalapenos we picked on the shores of Great Drama Island. There is something to be said for being marooned.

Ah yes. The Troyevillites are shining on the Durbanites tonight. Ms Olive Branch needed smelling salts she so was overcome by the sight also of the new map we are using to keep our spirits up. She fell asleep muttering to herself over and over, "perhaps it is us who are the Antediluvians after all that."

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