“—What the heckety-fuck?” the Captain wonders as the approaching shuttle hovers a few meters above the Insatiable Princes with three white, large elastic ropes tightly wrapped around it and a large white Monkey with gold speckled fur standing on the tip of it. This Monkey’s stature is impressive and if he weren’t so calm, you could swear you could hear him talk and give orders. And on one such mute signal, three smaller monkeys with golden antennae swing about and settle on his shoulders before being launched into the skies, helped by the elasticity of the ropes, pulling the shuttle with them at high speed, the four of them disappearing into the darkness and beyond, as if propelled by a giant slingshot.
“The shuttle wasn’t falling!” the Captain affirms, “unless the legend has it wrong.”
“Legends can never be altered,” the King-of-all-Things remarks, “there’s catching and catching: if you’re not catching it falling, you retrieve it before falls.”
“We must follow them,” the Captain says, “all aboard, to your posts!”
“They’re gone,” King U. remarks, “there’s no trace of them. We can’t—”
As he speaks, the insides of the Insatiable Princess reveal themselves slowly by lurking out of the deck’s exits, white, luminescent ropes smelling, sensing and assessing the air and their circumstances.
“—The ropes will follow their makers and masters,” Birdseye says, his dark goggles looking darker than usual.
Captain Traumatic descends on the deck, firmly tied to his ship before catching one of the white, Monkey made ropes and securing himself with it.
“Why?” Labaguette asks.
“For security, safety and speed.”
To be continued…