Alone on a wide wide sea.

[abidinglaw]

[For some time now one node on the Journal network has been broadcasting an anonymous patch of sky broken only occasionally by the pacing back and forth of a quaking, sea-soaked man. His hair is matted and bedraggled, his arms are wrapped around his shoulders to conserve what little warmth he has. Occasionally there are sounds of a voice straining

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[hakoiri]

Luceti does seem fantasylike, doesn't it? I wouldn't say that it's ridiculous, though. There are many words to describe this world.

[abidinglaw]

I can think of a fair few, yes.

[hakoiri]

[He chuckles weakly.]

Are you simply reviewing the guide, or might you happen to be a New Feather?

[abidinglaw]

I am undoubtedly a New Feather.

[She is not the first to use this term - and if the people of Luceti insist upon it then what good would it serve to fight them?]

My name, however, is Admiral James Norrington.

[hakoiri]

Ah, a naval officer!

[He immediately perks up.]

I am Alf. It is a pleasure to speak with you, Admiral Norrington. Judging from what you said earlier, you must have read the guide through its entirety already, yes?

[abidinglaw]

[Alf... He can't be certain, but that sounds like a man's name. Alfred, maybe? He'll have to be careful until he knows for sure. He could have sworn...]

Yes, certainly. I had thought it might contain some clue as to my whereabouts - and I suppose it has done, in a peculiar sort of way.

[hakoiri]

Luceti itself is a very peculiar place, as you've already found. I imagine you have duties to fulfill back home, but you might be here for a while . . .