Do You Still Like Us?

“Where is the Captain? Where is the thing we sought! What happened?! Have you seen the broken throne?? Is the old king gone!?!” The crew’s desperate questions flood and overrun the stifled, tense air. 2 sad, little girls heave heavy sobs as they stand hand in hand on the deck of their familiar ship in front of their familiar crew. ‘the old king is a powerless thing’ ‘he will continue to fray and wither to nothing’ ... ‘we must continue forward’ ... “But how, we have not won what we need?” “We have lost so much.” ‘we do not need what we could have won’ ‘we go forward’ ... “Yes...Captain.” 2 sad, little girls stand up straight and walk purposefully to their cabin. ‘Genna’ ‘Jessie’ ‘we will rework our plans tomorrow over breakfast’ ‘and sail away from this forgotten place’ ... “Yes Captain.” “Yes, Captain.”