Words of the Constant
Lets in some sunlight.
It's a window. A tall window.
It's a window. That's tall.
I can hear the wind trapped within.
It'll be good for when winter comes.
Its measuring days are over.
I am one heck of a scientist.
A vessel fit for a scallywag.
Does it make me look scurvy... I mean scary!?
The quintessential pirate sail.
That seems like an excessive amount of locks.
Something, somewhere must be locked.
This key probably unlocks something.
That's a key.
I wood like to see whats through there.
Just looks like a pile of dirt.
Seems safe to me.
It's a worm!
Soft and undulating.
Science compels me to jump in.
Guh, that thing looks worse off than usual.
Looks delicious.
Kinda wrinkled.
Seems safe to me.
Poor little boat.
Warm to the touch.
This gem is yellow.
I put a gem on a stick.
Deceased.
Giddy up.
Nap time!
It's a... thing.
There's something unusual about it.
Everything's blurry.
That thing's about to catch fire.
It's too dark to see!
Mmm. Beaky.
Theoretically if I had telekinesis, I could accomplish that.
Currently undergoing combustion. Changing would be inadvisable.
I'd rather not burden myself with changing my vestments right now.
Cooking is not a current option.
I've yet to invent a device to reach that far.
I'll need to see the subject for a proper illustration.
Currently they are engrossed in other things.
They've no need for this in the after life.
I'll wait until they're in the waking world.
Evidently it has formed a bond to someone else.
It's best if I don't climb aboard that riled beast at this time.
This vessel has already been repaired to its optimum level.
Evidently I'll have to poke around elsewhere.