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[turned_captain]

Call it narrative imperative, call it coincidence, or what you will, but the waters in the Caribbean inlet of the lake have parted and the Flying Dutchman is in what, for want of a better word and with liberal use of inverted commas, we shall call 'port

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[byhisbootstraps]

Sometime after this...

Mr. Turner (currently the only member of the family who isn't Captain Turner) has missed the reunion going on elsewhere on the ship, as he's been in his hammock below deck.

When he comes out blinking into the sunlight, his first realization is that they've made port in that strange place between worlds again. His second is ... harder to quantify, but something -- something's changed.

Slowly he steps up to the wheel, runs a hand along its weathered wood.

[byhisbootstraps]

A pause, and the elder Turner sobers.

"...I wish I could help you with that, William."

[turned_captain]

Sobering himself, Will offers, "you can now."

[byhisbootstraps]

He looks up, and smiles.

"Aye, things have changed somewhat."