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As the winter draws on, one part of the lake stands out more and more as being distinct from the rest: the part that isn't Scottish lake at all, but warm Caribbean sea remains the same even as the lake around it gets colder and colder.
And tonight, on what would be the stroke of midnight were there a clock around, something else changes.
It doesn't explode suddenly. It doesn't crash through dramatically. The ship rises out into the ocean's surface as gently and as naturally as a humpback rising to breathe, and sits comfortably on the ocean surface.
On board, three men have a discussion. Two of them come ashore.
The captain stays, and waits.
[OOM: Explanatory back room post coming. This post is not in anyway plot locked: you may assume there is a dinghy at the lake shore to come aboard on, and come on board at any time. Otherwise, reaction posts welcome.]
And tonight, on what would be the stroke of midnight were there a clock around, something else changes.
It doesn't explode suddenly. It doesn't crash through dramatically. The ship rises out into the ocean's surface as gently and as naturally as a humpback rising to breathe, and sits comfortably on the ocean surface.
On board, three men have a discussion. Two of them come ashore.
The captain stays, and waits.
[OOM: Explanatory back room post coming. This post is not in anyway plot locked: you may assume there is a dinghy at the lake shore to come aboard on, and come on board at any time. Otherwise, reaction posts welcome.]