But as the universe has it – and all universes by the same token, as is well known but worth repeating – some rule is broken and what is expected becomes unexpected, all of a sudden and very… unexpectedly.
So it goes that Captain Traumatic finds solace for his boredom in his beloved Rum, waiting for the ultimate goal of their trip to appear on the horizon line, should the universe become flat for a little while. What a waste he muses, all those worlds going by remaining unexplored and unconquered. Wouldn’t it be nice to own a couple of them at the very least? So many with such potential, so many needing a leader. He recalls the Planet of Books which he was unable to save. If he had a planet of his own, he would—
“—Captain!” Labaguette yells, “we can’t possibly be heading back home without something to show for.”
“We’ll conquer some more ships when we’re back.”
“There’s an interesting cluster a few degrees North,” Birdseye adds, tentatively.
Then the King-Fool begins to sing, dance and gesticulate in excitement. “One must never give up, give up, give up.” And again: “One must never give up, give up, give up,” he chants.
“Give up what?” Labaguette asks, perching on his wand, entertained, wanting some more.
“Exploring. Home is death, desolation, an end to your purpose.”
“I will be a hero, tell me more.”
“You’ll be hero especially if you bring something back which gives you power. Else, you’ll be a hero for one day and then sink into oblivion the very next day.”
“He’s drunk. We must act now.”
To be continued…