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The ship of ages It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia) with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed the many seas, alas too slow in our modern time. Somewhere in the Indian ocean, the sea separated and the bulk carrier fell into a timeless zone where life repeated itself endlessly; the cook is making soup, the captain is reading a map of the oceans’ great currents. 150 years passed convulsion in the time zone. and the ship was back on the sea’s surface. The cook served his soup, and the captain called the harbour authorities in Sidney, he needed a birth for a ship no one had heard of, but the manifest stated Sidney. They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city to the disappointment of the crew. When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken as he had navigated the ship through a layer of time. The customs officials found cigarettes and whisky, products that had been banned for over sixty years only marijuana was legal if smoked in moderation. The crew, the captain and the cook were arrested and sent to an open camp for interrogation, it was there a nurse noticed the tribulation was getting old by the day, and the crew could no longer walk, many were incontinently suffered from senility and chronic heart failure. One day they had gone, what was left dust blowing in the wind.

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Ship of Ages

The ship of ages It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia) with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed the many seas, alas too slow in our modern time. Somewhere in the Indian ocean, the sea separated and the bulk carrier fell into a timeless zone where life repeated itself endlessly; the cook is making soup, the captain is reading a map of the oceans’ great currents. 150 years passed convulsion in the time zone. and the ship was back on the sea’s surface. The cook served his soup, and the captain called the harbour authorities in Sidney, he needed a birth for a ship no one had heard of, but the manifest stated Sidney. They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city to the disappointment of the crew. When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken as he had navigated the ship through a layer of time. The customs officials found cigarettes and whisky, products that had been banned for over sixty years only marijuana was legal if smoked in moderation. The crew, the captain and the cook were arrested and sent to an open camp for interrogation, it was there a nurse noticed the tribulation was getting old by the day, and the crew could no longer walk, many were incontinently suffered from senility and chronic heart failure. One day they had gone, what was left dust blowing in the wind.