The Great Sael Adventure 1
You look deep into the burgundy eyes of your fair leader, and you say, "Let's do the long way."
The Commodore grunts and composes himself, saying "Ah, yes, yes, that's what we ought to do. Definitely." You watch as he adjusts his lapels.
You steer the tip of the boat at an 86º angle to begin the first leg of the long journey. You can think of something else that has an 86º angle.
After many hours of endless, monotonous sailing in the hot, sweltering sea, you notice the Commodore has beads of sweat above his upper brow that seem to just stay there and never make their way down the side of his musk-scented chiseled jaw. Just past that, you can see a violet-hued island coming up on the horizon.
The Commodore says, with a smirk, "Have you ever been over there?" to which you shake your head no in response.
He laughs a hearty laugh and says, "Well, we may need to stop there for provisions along our way, although... they may not be the kind of provisions you're expecting," smirking a devilish smirk.
The Commodore grunts and composes himself, saying "Ah, yes, yes, that's what we ought to do. Definitely." You watch as he adjusts his lapels.
You steer the tip of the boat at an 86º angle to begin the first leg of the long journey. You can think of something else that has an 86º angle.
After many hours of endless, monotonous sailing in the hot, sweltering sea, you notice the Commodore has beads of sweat above his upper brow that seem to just stay there and never make their way down the side of his musk-scented chiseled jaw. Just past that, you can see a violet-hued island coming up on the horizon.
The Commodore says, with a smirk, "Have you ever been over there?" to which you shake your head no in response.
He laughs a hearty laugh and says, "Well, we may need to stop there for provisions along our way, although... they may not be the kind of provisions you're expecting," smirking a devilish smirk.