Quote:Date: 437 days since the wreck Time: noonish Location: The Island, two beaches from the wreck.
In an infinity of worlds, there is an infinity of seas.
The more mundane seas, those of water, exist on many, many worlds. Some of those worlds are as mundane as their seas, but others hold great adventure and great secrets.
Then there are the exotic seas, the ones of energy, or of time, or of thought. The most exotic sea of all is the one which is so rarely encountered, the sea between the infinity of worlds.
Many seas carry castaways, unfortunates who float to their next landfall, hoping against hope to see their families or friends again. And, once in a thousand thousand lifetimes, castaways on a sea of water meet a castaway on a sea between the infinity of worlds ...
Something wasn't right. The man blinked and rubbed his eyes. The impossible vision was still there. A sleek motorcycle sat running at the edge of the water, it's rider face down on the sand beside it.
Holding onto his hat, the first mate ran back towards the shelter that had been set up.
"SKIPPERRRRRRRR!" Gilligan yelled.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll