Captain’s Log

I have had a vision and the best place I have to record it is in this so-far wretched journal.

It began with a long dream about Jack Wolfe (another of my personas) on various adventures.  I was sutrggling and determined and only marginally successful.  Somehow I wound up in a sea on the coast of some land, the Middle-East and North Africa, or more generally the Mediterrainean come to mind.  Iw as standing on some sort of flat, moving object on the seaward (and port) side of a vessel which was attempted to either moore or un-moore from a dock and I was moving, more specifically I was floating, in the opposite direction of said vessel.  I was either expected aboard or appeared to be in need and so I was thrown a rope.  Only it hung from the freeboard of the vessel to the water, about 10 feet away.  I leaped to it and caught ahold of it, only I was unable to climb it.  My strength was unable even to lift myself, nor could I push myself with my legs for my feet would always slip from the rope.  At this point I realized they would try to hoist me to the deck if I couldn’t make it on my own, at which point I somehow made it aboard.  I stood there taking everything in and everything was tinted with yellow as though I were watching robotic pirates burn a fake village in a Disney Theme Park when a lid exploded into the air from a coffin which I had mistaken for a crate and was lying on deck.  Lying in this coffin was a woman garbed in an elegant black dress without a speck of color about her whole person aside from her eyes which were a startlingly brilliant shade of piercing green which contrasted the sepia-yellow tones of everything around her and even more sharply contrasted with her own colors of pale ivory-white and raven black.  Inside the coffin with her were snakes of the same brown and yellow flames of the setting.  She sat up with no help from her arms and without bending her legs.  I have no recollection of her leaving the coffin as in the next moment she was facing me at my side, snake wrapped about her shoulders.  As she began to speak with a velvety voice and a strange accent I slowly turned my head to the left to look at her.  She was only slightly shorter than myself.

“You have ambition,” she said, “This comes first.  I will give it to you.  Power is first, and wealth follows, and then …”

She said a third thing which I cannot recall.  The last thing I remember is the beauty of the scene before waking.