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fandomhigh2008-07-14 12:43 pm
cheminthehead.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhigh2008-07-14 12:43 pm
Late Sunday Night
Fandom Island had had just about enough of the cold, and the polar bears, and - really - dancing penguins were the absolute limit.
Had anyone been under the school to hear the machinery crackle into life, it would have sounded like nothing so much as a crotchety old man, yelling at kids to get off his lawn.
With a flick and a whirr, it chose a new location. Somewhere warm, this time. With no penguins.
Ahhh, Tortuga. The island settled happily between Tortuga and Haiti, dropping the Causeway neatly onto a Tortugan beach where there was a convenient and regular ferry across to the mainland.
Sure, hundreds of years ago it had been full of pirates, but they were hardly likely to be a problem now. Right?
Had anyone been under the school to hear the machinery crackle into life, it would have sounded like nothing so much as a crotchety old man, yelling at kids to get off his lawn.
With a flick and a whirr, it chose a new location. Somewhere warm, this time. With no penguins.
Ahhh, Tortuga. The island settled happily between Tortuga and Haiti, dropping the Causeway neatly onto a Tortugan beach where there was a convenient and regular ferry across to the mainland.
Sure, hundreds of years ago it had been full of pirates, but they were hardly likely to be a problem now. Right?