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We still have to seek up captain Jason,
get all our stuff from the boardinghouse, board that brave ship Argos and let the southern breeze of antiquity fill her sails as we're headed north. Somewhere The Golden Fleece is waiting, guarded by a fierce dragon, whom the captain will have to slay before the sun sets over the tale. We sail for countless days and one morning the lookout shouts from high above; a shipwrecked man ahead,riding a timber fleet. While gulping down a large amount of water he starts recapturing his last encounter with Ulysses and reveals his suspicion that there still is a war raging amongst the gods of Olympos. Some support the drifting chief, others want to see him drowned in the salty waves of the Aegean sea. And as this knowledgeable narrator adds his strength to our mission, we keep plowing the waters ahead. Once again the lookout shouts. A great white beast surfaces slowly; is this the one who will swallow Jonah later on and still later act as the Nemesis of Captain Ahab? You object; wrong sea, wrong tale! The survivor from Troy shuts you up. Provided we can rest assured that the very God of Fiction put you here, there is no wrong sea, nor a wrong tale.
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