The Adventure Begins...
All Hands on Deck
Welcome aboard, my friends, to the best seat in the universe. If we survive long enough, this story might grow on and with us, or with and on us. Let me remind you this is a first draft. I have in my mind only the elevator version of an outline, no more no less.
Paul Kale, a fellow crafter of tales, a real and still alive person, is the only one who has heard the elevator version. We have been co-conspiring for more than two decades now. Paul has convinced me he enjoys my stories, or at least after all these years he still pretends to listen to them.
My dream, for many decades now, is to be part of a team making movies; specifically of stories that I have had a role in creating, hopefully this one.
Consider yourselves crew members, as aboard this vessel all passengers serve. Until further notice, we have no captain. Kale is the Chief, and I am a galley hand, not even a cook, or steward even.
Where has the captain gone? Just one of the many questions we have about everything, in this real “The Making of …” version of someday to be MC Kale’s navy adventure where he plays the anchor.
Welcome aboard, my friends, to the best seat in the universe. This voyage began at Better Duck, heavy with burden, and carried us through slack tide, bass leap, and the Highlands Bridge. If we survive long enough, the story might grow on and with us, or with and on us.
Paul Kale, Chief of this crew, has heard the elevator version. I remain galley hand, stoking the fire, steering only when the tide insists. Together we’ve co‑conspired for decades, and now we invite you to drift with us.
Stories, like rivers, move in continuums. They slacken, they surge, they carry burdens and lift them away. Laska’s canoe showed us this truth — seated at launch, startled at slack tide, upright and resilient as the tide turned in.
Where has the captain gone? Perhaps that’s the question of every voyage. For now, we paddle in with the tide, and see where it carries us.
Thank you so much for bringing magic to this effort CP. Ursula Leguin, shaped my psyche after Tolkien. You will be in the draft, in some form, for certain, at the very least the "making of" version; these notes are sticking to cyber refrigerators, frozen in the cloud somewhere.
We all need some fun and fantasy these days, especially me. 1984 Cold War history is depressing the hell out of me.