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Cailín · 07-05-2006, 04:52 AM

It was a cool summer breeze that blew the Olc duit-siu to the shores of the Island of Brizal. The gathered villagers walked up to the beach, eyeing the ship with some surprise and mild curiosity. It was not the first time a mysterious ghost ship had sailed up to their homes. Actually, the island had once been known for being continuously plagued by lost adventurers and treasure hunters.

A few brave men dared to venture aboard, looking, as always, for forgotten treasure the ship might have carried. They searched the deck, the galley and yet found nothing, not even evidence the ship was actually ever occupied at all. Finally they opened the door to the Captain's cabin and entered. There was nothing to see: the covers were neatly folded and the floor seemed freshly cleaned. However, lying casually forgotten on the floor, there was Captain Cailín's log, unfinished. The leader of the group picked up the log and started reading aloud at Day 1. As he reached the third entry, he stammered and gestured to his fellows.

"We must leave. Immediately. The ship's cursed." They stormed back on the deck and to their great surprise and shock they saw they were no longer near the save harbour of home. Instead, miles and miles of water seemed to be surrounding them. Quickly, the leader opened the log again and read the final entries:

Captain Cailín's log

*A night can have so many colours. A story can have so many endings. Oh, to think a werewolf cannot love, it is folly. Villains love more, love deeper, love longer than heroes. They have nothing else. They need someone to dance with. To talk to. It is just that need that makes them vulnerable.

*With friends like these, who needs enemies?

*With enemies like these, who needs friends?

*Love… the problem to all our solutions. The question to all our answers.

The final entry seemed to be scribbled down hastily, in the handwriting of an overly excited young woman. The ink was fresh and through the words a radiant smile was almost visible.

Welcome aboard! Have a safe journey, and remember, don't let the candles burn out.

Signed,

Captain Cailín

"Ai no, ai no," cried one of the new passengers. "Ill shall befall us!"

Surprisingly and possibly slightly undeserved: PASSENGERS WIN!

07-05-2006, 04:52 AM	#545
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Epilogue It was a cool summer breeze that blew the Olc duit-siu to the shores of the Island of Brizal. The gathered villagers walked up to the beach, eyeing the ship with some surprise and mild curiosity. It was not the first time a mysterious ghost ship had sailed up to their homes. Actually, the island had once been known for being continuously plagued by lost adventurers and treasure hunters. A few brave men dared to venture aboard, looking, as always, for forgotten treasure the ship might have carried. They searched the deck, the galley and yet found nothing, not even evidence the ship was actually ever occupied at all. Finally they opened the door to the Captain's cabin and entered. There was nothing to see: the covers were neatly folded and the floor seemed freshly cleaned. However, lying casually forgotten on the floor, there was Captain Cailín's log, unfinished. The leader of the group picked up the log and started reading aloud at Day 1. As he reached the third entry, he stammered and gestured to his fellows. "We must leave. Immediately. The ship's cursed." They stormed back on the deck and to their great surprise and shock they saw they were no longer near the save harbour of home. Instead, miles and miles of water seemed to be surrounding them. Quickly, the leader opened the log again and read the final entries: Captain Cailín's log A night can have so many colours. A story can have so many endings. Oh, to think a werewolf cannot love, it is folly. Villains love more, love deeper, love longer than heroes. They have nothing else. They need someone to dance with. To talk to. It is just that need that makes them vulnerable. With friends like these, who needs enemies? With enemies like these, who needs friends? Love… the problem to all our solutions. The question to all our answers. The final entry seemed to be scribbled down hastily, in the handwriting of an overly excited young woman. The ink was fresh and through the words a radiant smile was almost visible. Welcome aboard! Have a safe journey, and remember, don't let the candles burn out. Signed, Captain Cailín "Ai no, ai no," cried one of the new passengers. "Ill shall befall us!" Surprisingly and possibly slightly undeserved: PASSENGERS WIN!