The Insatiable Princess’s wood screeches once more under the speed’s immense and close to unsustainable pressure it must bear along with the spin it has to extricate itself from. Behind them, a small black hole forms, so black one would get sucked in just looking at it. In a split second of eternity, the Insatiable Princess transports Captain Traumatic, Labaguette, Birdseye and a Fool out of the danger zone.
Exhausted by her heroic effort, the Insatiable’s Princess slows down as her sails unravel, fall flat against the masts and she comes to a stop.
“We must keep going!” Captain Traumatic urges.
“I need a rest,” Labaguette insists.
“Now is not the time,” the Captain says.
“Where to?” Birdseye asks.
“Even he who must know doesn’t know, doesn’t know, doesn’t know,” the Fool’s empty sneering words echo in the dark, in the empty space surrounding them.
“There are no stars,” Labaguette remarks, “nothing. Any maps Captain?”
“Never mind where,” the Captains answers, “anywhere better than here. The Insatiable Princess never does loops.”
“She has stalled, Captain,” Birdseye insists.
“This is entrapment.”
“Entrapment of a third kind,” the Fool suggests.
“Get back into King’s form, Fool,” the Captain commands, “you’re of no use.”
“This is the cloud, the veil that clouded all that I could not see before,” Birdseye remarks, “our path has been interfered with. We are in a bubble.”
And just like that, a thump is heard and felt by the side of the ship. Soon, three cosmonauts, climb aboard, each presenting a ‘V’ sign with their index and middle fingers.
“What are they?” the Fool asks.
“They come in peace,” Birdseye confirms.
To be continued…