Deneb Mythos #4: Captain Scarlett and her Sojurns 1 – The Three Way Deal

Today isn’t a great day for her crew, but it can get better. Explore some of the lower reaches of the Kxzzyxin Sea during the 4th Era under the flag of a modest trading vessel. Agreements can yet be reached when a shipment is stolen.

See the first step in Scarlett Nazareth’s journeys across what is known of the sea in this first story of her saga.

Deneb Mythos #4: Captain Scarlett and her Sojurns 1 – The Three Way Deal

Art

I can make you hurt like I do
If I really wanted to

Some things aren’t worth
Going down with the ship

Lost on the seas
Drifting for years

Seems like everyone’s hurt
Already

I want to be a pianist and a painter
Passing by them on the waves

No one wants to climb aboard
Even though I’m always inviting

I paint the same thing everyday
And never tire of the waves

Tumult and turbulent
I ride atop it

So many canvases of blue
And sunrises and sets

Lay scattered on deck
And in the cabins

No one wants to see it
Through my eyes

They just want to be caught
Up in these passing currents

I’m running away
Forever drifting

No more dry land
After a couple more years

My beard’s getting bigger
Hands growing frailer

The paintings change
As I run away

So much time in this place
I call the place that surrounds

The boat
All the faces that mix and churn

All the people that look
For something better in the sun

Still I feel young
No matter the time

I’m with the paintings
I’ve always painted

And the scenes only I’ve seen
Of the surrounding sea

Fed by my soul
Starved by my ego

Am I any better than them?

I think and see my hand
Shaking with the brush

While I press it to canvas
Messy strokes and mixed hues

I still feel good

Forever young
I know what’s real

I have it all
Forever I want

I want to die
I want to drown

But I love the way
The horizon looks

I feel good

I feel good
I run away

Always summer
Night comes and goes

No place is home
Just seeing where I roll

Off the backs of waves
I feel young

Another painting done
Moving on and leaving

Over the stars
And the calming keys in my heart

I feel young

Laying down now
It feels right for this to end

I’m torn apart
So elder there’s nothing left to do

I’m afraid to drown
But I’ve never felt it before

Water sloshes my body
I’m staring at the sun

Pass through the days
So quickly now

I love the way this feels
Running away.

Smiling and
Crying

With the salty tears
Of the whole ocean’s sympathy

Paintings getting wet
Around me

Leaking into the water

Running away
Running away from the hurt

I’m staring at the days
Running away from yesterdays

I feel good

I feel young

The water’s so gorgeous
And the air is so inviting

Don’t want to get left behind
Don’t want to miss out

I feel so good

I
Feel so young
My time in this place is done

Chords
Please
Sing me away

Run me away

Pre-Cambrian Void

cambria

In the pitch
Dark
Things are evolving

Lurking
In the
Frigid depths like
Aliens

Creatures that
Shimmer in endless
Night

The liquid night
Seawater
Full of every
Element and
Chemical

Pins and needles of
Icy depths

An endless cold

Abyssal plains
Aged dark

Ancient
Under the surface
Of waves so
High above
Like cirrus clouds

Zeppelin

Zeppelin

Six balloon low zeppelin
Off coast of city
Wooden deck
With a strong bow
And a figurehead
Imitating ships
Of the sea
As its surface is
Built like one too

Over the sea
And land

Looking further
Into coasts where
City lights
Blink and twinkle

Destination:
Somewhere

Anywhere else

Only moving

Penny Tanker

Penny Tanker

An oil tanker
Full of pennies
Ran aground
On a reef
In a gulf

It ripped and
Roared over banks
And settled on
Sand and stood
As salvage

With a hull
Full of copper
And a fuselage
Full of oil
Ceasing to boil

How small a coin
Can do so much
Harm

World Garden

World Garden

On the backs of ancestors
Endless tracts tread light
Falling down
These stars of mine

Descending in night
From somewhere on high

Rolling control
Revolutions per minute
On rich soil shoal

Unravelling jewels
Gems and scrolls

Extrasolar

In the distance
Beneath
An ocean of
Light pinpricks

To Kxzzyxin Sea

To Kxzzyxin Sea

We waved from the gangplank
And they replied from the deck
Unaware that this would be
The last time they’d be seen

It seems really bright
To be seven o’clock

Waving from railings
On the tall dock

Not calm or collected
Watching them go

Triumphant collective
Coming back, we know

Fading into distance the ship
Soon disappears
Clutching others’ hands
Wishing we were there and not here

Carefree together
Some sort of tranquil

All properly dressed
And improperly thankful

Coming along
To cheer on from the dock

All the brave few who
Set out to nock

In our brave new world
There’s nothing left to see
Nothing left to see
Of the land we’ve whorled

Following fleets
Out to the blue sea

Stopping to look
At the unknown trees

Off of the coast
Of exotic locations

Where the ships went
We’ll never see the face of

Will-o’-the-wisp
Caught in cloth’s cradle
Rippling on a mast
Off now in star’s ladle
Into unknown cast
Our bold
Iconoclasts

We were on the pier
In our old world
From that last landing
Our wishes were clear

All of the people
Watching them leave

Were crisp with the thought
Of the fleet returning

Year after year
We would wait and watch

To see if our ship
Had found what it sought

Without rest
Went so many nights
Searching the horizon
For our brave ship’s crest

A heroic endeavor
First drafted from

A lust to see
What our world could become

All of the people
Watching them leave

Dreamed of the tales
That they might bring

From lighthouses
Looking all the while
Where hotter than a fire
Water’s light was doused in

Speculated wonders
Might be found by the men

Shouting their findings
Every where and when

Telling stories of things
And the flags they staked

A lonely legacy left
In their lulling wake