Qharlie Pam

13412~ Location: Coast of Italy 

“Seamen!  Today we are rescuers! Sail down, hero up!! Hurry, a damsel awaits us!”

La Paloma steers to Queen Xela. The fishermen stare on before bringing her aboard. She didn’t seem to be in much distress; her hair glows from cold cobalt to pink amber. 

Kayden: “Hey-O! Where are you from señorita, how did you end up here?” 

Xela: “I come from a faraway land, it starts with the letter…G”

Marcol: “Poor girl, must have gotten abandoned and lost her memory”. 

Trenton: “Abandoned with amnesia, that’s a hard one.” 

Al: “You’re off the coast of Italy”.

Xela: “May I meet your mailman?”  

Carpe: “Well, of course, the postal office is down the road from the port”

Al: “ She looks of mixed descent. Maybe she’s from that chocolate town…”

Franc: “That’s over 100 miles away, no way!” 

Xela: “Uh… hi my name is Xela, by the way. What are your names?”

Edward: “She must be from Gela!”

Kayden: “This here is Trenton. 

Trenton: Not Trident. Hi, I’m the cook.

Kayden: Edward, crewman. Marco, crewman. Carpe, extern crewman. 

Franc: Francisco De Carle Magnificento, lead crewman, but you may call me Franc.

Krakenny: Kenny but people call me, Krakenny.

Kayden: Al the Anchor, ship’s engineer and I’m Kayden Shep, the Captain of La Poloma, not polenta haha.”

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There’s a wide whale whistling in a whirlpool 
There’s a tall treacherous tiger tearing down the tunnel
There’s a bouncing bunny bitter in a blizzard 
There’s a sad spider spinning on a sailboat 
There’s a busy bee buzzing on the balcony 

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Crewman Marco escorts Xela to the deck bench and hands her a blanket.

Xela: “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance.”

Marcol: “Oh the pleasure is ours, Ms? Mrs. Xela?”

Queen Xela catches the question within. Although she is crowned queen back home, there was never a king. However, she is looking for a man…

Xela: “I’m in search of a man. Who could be what you might consider as a spouse, other half, husband, soulmate, the sort. We fell in love at first sight, but due to conflicts, we got separated you see…so I came looking for him here…”

Krakenny: “I think chica es loco…”

Kayden: “Loco or not, she needs our help.”

3231 Location: Gumway’s Command Center 

Commander Cooper sits on his Mercuric steel chair watching the blinking lights on the IWG.

“I must do something but what General Dublin, every species traveling in space have had their grid warped by the sig events. Ripples I say. Like ripples from waves, is the storm close? Oh, I’m a failure… No! I’m the Commander! Commander Failure!” 

“Oh, pity you, pity poor you. Let’s go after it! Everyone is chasing it anyway. That’s how you stop it. Just me and you like the old old days.

Who is going to watch the commander center?

Let’s put Pickel in charge. 

“Pickel? In charge? Are you serious? He hasn’t been the same, you know since Cu…left.”

“Yes, yes hasn’t been the same indeed but this might be just the thing to bring him out of his brine, haha sorry comic relief… I’m so stressed.” 

“Oh pity poor you, now come on, call Cu in.” 

Cu answers the tele wave signal. Commander Cooper looks with awe.

Commander C: “Is that you Cu? Where are you? The place looks out of this Gumway and oh, you look different.”

Cu: “Is this about Pickel? You sound like you’re in a pickle”

General D: “Well it’s funny you say that because yes we are, and you know Pickel the best”

Commander C: “Remember when you and Pickel lived in that planet in what was it, it did very well. The one that gave us the harvest for the season of stars.” 

Cu: “Yes, and… you want another harvest?” 

Commander C: “Not quite, I want you to get Pickel out of the brine into his prime and grind out a harvest and some.”

Cu: “Hm.. and some. Sounds like an endless job description, you know Pickel doesn’t do well with jobs,  let alone endless ill-defined jobs.”

Commander C: “That’s just it, everyone is working the job.”

General D: “The job is to supervise the jobs.”

Commander C: “Then and some, is whatever comes up because… I’m going on a mission with Queen Xela.”

Cu: “Let me guess, I’m not supposed to know.”

Cu and Commander Cooper stares at each other with an understanding nod of the pupils. 

Cu: “Let me talk to Pickel, he’s a bit sour right now, but he’ll come around”