2006-03-23 - 7:01 a.m.
The old phantom sits in a crows nest in the early morning hours. Uncloaked, her cape sails in the wind like a pirate's flag. She somehow feels at home. She is tired of RL for the moment and just wants to be near the water. Trying to sit on the dock or walk the streets brings out the beggars and the traders. Right now she is too green to know the going prices and hates to face the beggars. Their problem is simple... get a job. Work! So, her head wobbles and Gweenie keeps a look out. We just don't know what a captain would say to finding a sleeping phantom and a small green creature in his crow's nest... my guess is that it would not be good.
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