All Aboard!

~ No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made.
Destiny is made known silently. ~

Agnes DeMille

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So that's how I got here. On board the Destiny Empress. Seemed like a good idea at the time, to sign on for a mystery pleasure cruise along the river of Letseewhathappens. But the ship got spun around in the spiralling undertow of habit and caught up in the tenacious shoreweeds of inertia.

One has grown accustomed to the quiet spaciousness of a deserted ship; the silent nights on deck, gazing up at the moon and stars; the long winter nights with the hatch pulled shut, huddled in blankets, serenaded by the yowling winds, motionless in the frozen sea.

The monotony is occasionally relieved by bands of roving tourists, thinking that a night or two of revelry on board the Destiny Empress will grant them temporary amnesia. Their ultimate reward, however, is their ability to return to shore and continue along their own paths, sending back gaudy postcards that trace their journeys.

The Destiny Empress is overdue for an overhaul. She is not meant to rust in the shallows of complacency. Perhaps no trumpets will sound, but her engine will thrum once more.

"When that fog horn blows, you know I will be coming home."