Skinnyman
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7/29/2016
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I've been playing a bit less often, but I still have no truck for lazy captains!
I salute you, brave, famous, crazy zailor!
Wonder if FBG will add an event as you reached this far; we do have Zailing Difficulty now!
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No suppers, no second chances gain and no need to cure my menaces!
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TheThirdPolice
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10/5/2016
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storms I have seen uncountable
the crew around me are changed I see them now as shadows but most are dark that waves are not
Now, I am holding a bat. I am sitting in a pair of hands. It knows the salt winds that Olmen built, stone by stone. I try to see its wings but even here in (my cabin?) the zee commands my vision. The bat's presence here alone is a secret of appalling significance. Olmen's descendant wants me to turn back. For this, I could be convinced—
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My belly groans and I remember the terrible importance of echoes, the taste of moths.
THE CHANT I HEAR WHERE ONCE WAS SLEEP: TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY AND SEVEN
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
10/13/2016
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Sebastian Olmen wrote:
"My friend. While I am glad my grandmother's maps are of use I caution against this madness. There are better secrets in the Neath that will do less damage to your eyes."
The bat's fur is the color of cinnamon, the paper is poorly made and flecked with splinters of pine. Memories of shoreline bring me three steps back toward my soul. I cannot imagine what lies past that border. Was there another sea? A sacred river?
I am mumbling the secrets as something struggles under my tight fingers. "a cousin visits a fluke and the circus acrobats were seen to slip past the blockade and Benthic is producing artificial lacre and"
None of it means anything to me.
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Skinnyman
Posts: 2133
10/13/2016
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Speechless!
Just amazing!
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
12/5/2016
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Witold Gombrowicz is taking over for a few days. The following quotes are from his book Diary, Vol. I.
 
Enormous, anonymous waters. We sail on.
The doctor made fun of me when I lost the chess game to the fumbler, whom he introduced to me as Goldberg, the master of Santa Fe. He said:
—You lost out of fear.
I said: I could give him the rook and win.
But my and his words are like silence before a shout. We sail on toward . . . We head for . . . and I now see clearly that the faces, conversations, movements are loaded. They are defeated. Frozen in a pitiless leading of something to . . . An unpredictable tension crouches in the smallest movement. We sail on. Yet this madness, this despair, this horror are inaccessible because they don't exist and because they are not, they are in a way that is impossible to refute. We sail on. We sail on the water, as if from another planet as night begins to steam in from all sides, our field of vision begins to narrow and we in it. Yet we sail on and in us grows without respite . . . what? . . . what? . . . We sail on.
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
12/6/2016
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Next day
Whatever we do, whatever we say, whatever we devote ourselves to, we sail and sail. While I write this, we also sail. The faces are terrifying because they are smiling. Terrifying movements because they are full of calmness and marvelous bliss.
We sail. The ship trembles, the machine works, the rustling billows of water at shipside, sprays and dregs, we sail on, plunging deeper, ever deeper into . . . reaching . . . Words are no help because while I am saying this, we sail on!
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
12/7/2016
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Next Day
We sail. We've sailed all through the night and even now we sail!
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And with especial pride, Worst Screwup of the Decade!
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Sam Stephens
Posts: 73
12/7/2016
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Godspeed, captain.
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Hello, delicious friends! I can be found here: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Sam%20Stephens
I'm open to all non-menacing social actions. I particularly enjoy a good mystery. I'm also a Corespondent who can teach at your Orphanage.
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Fadewalker
Posts: 136
12/7/2016
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Wonderful journey. Your destiny is among wind and waves, towards no wind and no waves. Please continue, to the end of whatever beyond.
(I am sorry that I want to click the thumb-ups but misclicked one thumb down on your magnificent zailing, my apologies!)
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
12/8/2016
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Thank you, my friends, thank you. This is the final missive from Gombrowicz before I return to my usual updates:
Next Day
We sail. The complete helplessness in the face of pathos, the incapacity to get at this power, which happens in us with a constant straining and tightening. Our uneventfulness, the most common uneventfulness, explodes like a bomb, like a thunderbolt, but beyond us. The explosion is unattainable for us, cursed in commonness. A moment ago, I met a Paraguayan at the bow and I said yes, I said, ha, I said!
Good day.
He, on the other hand, answered, ha, he answered, yes, he answered, O merciful God, he answered (sailing all the while):
Nice weather!
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phryne
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12/8/2016
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Awesome. This Witold Gombrowicz would've loved Sunless Sea, I'm sure... 
Seriously, thanks for the pointer. Gotta have a look at those Diaries of his, sounds like some amazing literature.
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Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
12/8/2016
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This passage is an outlier in the book. Most of it is his thoughts on literature, art, society, generally tearing apart the nonsense ways people talk about them and imbue them with false importance. His novel Pornografia (the only one I've read) is excellent if you like disturbing Eastern European literature.
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
12/10/2016
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Sebastian Olmen wrote:
The next bat carries a book. The Dangers of the North: a weighty if highly inaccurate tome that the note indicates would still help you plot a better course than your northward one.
Even in my narrowing ocean this lure is a drop of spittle. He only sends it to conceal his new sabotage. The bats' veins run marble-pale, each moonish bite sends me among columns and Calvaries. My navigation is not impaired. I ate the maps long ago and my tendons remember them. They do not need my sight, so I dance in a cedar-scented midnight and laugh and laugh and laugh as the soldier's spear breaks skin.
Supplies Dwindle!
Memories Fade!
My Destination Wails At My Approach!
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And with especial pride, Worst Screwup of the Decade!
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Skinnyman
Posts: 2133
12/10/2016
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Great adventure, delicious zailor! You shall always remain in our memory!
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
12/10/2016
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I ztill zail.
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Skinnyman
Posts: 2133
12/10/2016
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TheThirdPolice wrote:
I ztill zail.
You'll always do! Always!
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TheThirdPolice
Posts: 609
12/17/2016
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What is this sorcery! If I furl my zails and still my engines for a mere infinity of years, my ztore of ztories will never diminish.
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Vincent Asmund
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12/18/2016
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Abandon all physical form and ascend to true Zailordom.
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Vincent Åsmund, an ex-Author searching to return to his former glory.
Konstantin Sorokin, a newcomer to the Neath with revolutionary tendencies.
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TheThirdPolice
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2/6/2017
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It does not close my eyes. The zubmarine's lamp rotted from the mirrors outward. It does not need the light; my blood navigates. The sudden darkness is an impossibility.
Glim falls, shattering into fragments in the air. I scream from the pain in my head. Over us, a cyclone of bats, crushing the air with the secrets only they can hear. I deny them as I have denied them all!
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TheThirdPolice
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3/15/2017
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Becalmed for weeks. A moment of clarity. Take stock.
Slowly, I collect the knowledge to evade the ever stranger monsters. But they learn faster than I do. I can evade two more, perhaps three.
I am down to the final scraps of Olmen's charts. If my navigation is true, the final marks will let me pass the Grinning Reefs. After that, I am blind.
A human bone. (I count my limbs. Not my own.) Not even marrow left. I must fish for supper before the wind returns and I start to eat the ship.
A fish bites the line immediately. No, a—
"Get on with it."
I bite down, and the whirlwind once again drives me forward.
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