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Welcome to our secret dock. The kettle’s on, Sten’s working on the new maps, Sir Bear and the crew are busy packing, and we have officially begun the countdown to the Great Crossing.



I’m not leaving because I want to, but this “culturally incoherent” pirate captain doesn’t feel safe here anymore. I’ve been dreaming of a future where I would be free to roam on land and sea. Where I could play with the grandpirates, and where my PA, Sten, no longer would have to be tethered to my side. I guess you could say we are going to give that future a friendly push or two.


According to Number Two, the shed in this picture could become a “smut-writing dungeon” for this culturally incoherent pirate captain. No, it is not mine, but my funny kids believe they can lure me there with the promise of a free writer’s coop. Or dungeon. And they’re not wrong…