The Old Master gave me the bottle of dark magic, I created an incident and Captain Atlas appeared with his boat and the Green Giant.
We passed into the stream of the Great Gulf. God spoke through the Holy Mackerel, I was on the right course. My father and I entered the belly of the Whale…never to return.
A night spent in the waves of the East Wind left me covered in salt, preserved by corrosion.
The winding woods of Manjack swallowed us for the freedom of the Full Moon Festival. On the beach, Annie held us in a holy hug, jumped up and down and shouted with glee, “They’ve cut loose, they’ve cut loose!” She told me to teach my daughters to sail and old salty Neville gave me the whole wide world with a three foot draft.
The fire on the shore went out and I lost my father in the woods. The tide followed the fire and I fought the Black Seal on the coral. He tried to take me down and bite me with forgetfulness. I killed him there on the island, but left bruised and scarred. If it wasn’t for the captain’s giant, I never would have made it out. That is where I died.
The Oracle’s music told me that I was born again…back from the dead. I returned with new life and found my dad there too.
We couldn’t check out until we checked in, but we got what we came for. Staying would have been sweet sorrow, we had to return. I looked at our plane and said to my dad, “So this is the end.” “No,” he replied, “The beginning.”
I’m back from the belly of the Whale. I died and was resurrected. The wind filled more than my sails and I’m here to breath new life into the world.
You’re loved and you are not rejected. Decide what to be and go be it.