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two - on books and the nature of creation

I realize that some might have questions about the nature of England I inadvertently sent us to. I shall happily answer any questions one might have about my world, it's magic, my magic or anything of the sort.

But before that, I have much more interesting news. I was going to the Captain's library to try and find a book on the mechanics of ships (Capt. Crozier and Messers. Jopson and Goodsir, please give me recommendations if you have them) when I found new books in the library! Most of them seem to be after my time and a few seem quite salacious but two of them are quite familiar to me. One is a children's book from my England and the other is a book on magic I wrote myself!

The appearance of my book is notable as all copies aside from one were destroyed in my world (and I doubt this is that one copy). If we all agree with Ms. Persson's theory that this is a dream, then perhaps our unconscious mind created the books, rooms, fruit, et cetera. Which leads me to wonder: what marvels could be made if we turned our conscious minds to creation?

J.S.

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It seems to have brought you some peace.

It has. She always has.

I suppose it is obvious looking back on it, but when I arrived on the ship, I was unwell. My sickness started when I thought my wife had died. In truth, Arabella was kidnapped, spirited away to Faerie by the same fiend that cursed me, but that does not change the fact that I mourned for and buried something that I thought was my wife. I only started to recover when I learned that she was alive—and even then, I doubt I shall reach the heights of stability or sanity that I once had.

She has always been my rock, the one person to bring me back to my senses and chase me down from my flights of fancy. I know that I will have to rely on myself and temper my own desires now that she is not here but as many people have told me, I have never been good at things like exercising restraint.

Your history does explain your state, Strange. My sympathies for the tragedies you suffered. It is clear to me that your wife's influence on you surpasses even a dream. In a way it was this influence that brought you back, or in the very least your own memories of her nature and guidance.

When I spoke to her she tasked me with keeping you in line.

That does sound like her.

But you have a ship to run, Captain. Do not focus too much on me if it is to the detriment of the rest of the ship.

Don't give me a reason to focus on you, sir, and we'll have no quarrel.

I shall try not to. And I'm sorry I gave you a reason to focus on me in the first place.

An apology! Not to worry, all is forgiven - has been forgiven.

It was pleasant enough to be back in London again.

It was.

I know you are from my future. Out of curiosity, how old would you have been around the time of my London?

Good God, man, don't make me write it.

One and twenty.

Good God that has made me feel older than I've felt in a while.

I'm still the one who looks like (and is) an old man in comparison, Strange!

If we're counting by birthdays, I'm at least ten years older than you!

[ that's not how this works. ]

That doesn't give you seniority over me, Old Man Strange.

Of course not. This is your ship and you are the captain.

I shall just claim seniority in other matters.

Seniority from all the experience gained in your long-lived life? Ah, yes.

I can think of a few experiences that you haven't accomplished, Captain.

As can I.

[Like marriage.]

Strange, I have a question, that I hope will remain just between the two of us.

You can rely on my discretion, Captain. What is it?

Has any magic lingered since the ship has been restored?

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Aside from the raven, I do not think so. But if you wish, I can cast a spell to find out.

You could, but I'll warn you now -- I think the source might be me.

[ It's a good thing that the text can hide how downright interested Strange is. ]

Why do you think that?

[Okay, and here we go--]

I had dreams when the ship was changed. The oddest, most persistent dreams. I saw things I feel I wasn't meant to see - moments in time, memories lived by other people, events that haven't happened yet.

They haven't ceased, Strange. I'm still dreaming them.

If you're still dreaming them, then I suspect you always had the magic and the events in London were simply a trigger for it to awaken.

Forgive the odd question, but what do your dreams feel like? Do they simply feel like dreams? Or is there more to it?

Sometimes I'm simply in the room or area as a witness to events, others times I seem to be the person. I feel what they feel, see what they see.

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