“I feel dizzy,” Labaguette says, passing one of his wings by his face, a diva in the making.
“You’re all fixed Labaguette,” the Captain says, “you can’t have one of your turns again, not now, now ever. Don’t need your crap.”
Labaguette takes flight.
“It feels better in the air,” he says, “look! Everything is sliding on the Insatiable Princess. Do you believe me know?”
Captain Traumatic rushes to free the ship from the platform as the slanting increases.
Further adrift, the King-of-all-Things has swum to the edge of the platform. He leans forward, using his mighty powers, or what is left of them, conjuring the egg to fly back to him. Behind him, three monkeys are catching up, victorious in having retrieved a flag, yet all too eager to catch what fell and the fallen a second from now.
“The stars around us are tipping in the same direction as the platform,” Labaguette remarks.
“Impossible,” Birdseye says.
“But true,” the Captain adds.
“A BAAAABOOOOORD!” Labaguette urges once more.
“A Babord!” King Krackskull repeats, an odd smile parading at the tip of his lips.
The platform has now reached a 180 degrees angle, it is perpendicular to the Insatiable Princess. Everything is sliding from the platform: a never ending supply of water, mountains and turtles unnoticed before, all are falling into the vast nothingness. This is happening straight after the King-of-all-Things fell from it, still believing he could attract the Egg back, with three Monkeys riding a flag zooming past this King at an impossible speed, hoping to catch the Egg, hoping all the while their father isn’t far behind.
“This entire universe is falling onto itself,” the Captain murmurs.
“It is only the beginning,” Birdseye comments.
To be continued…