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survivors The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city to the disappointment of the crew who had wanted to go ashore. When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken, felt as if he had been talking to the ghosts through layers of yesterdays The official from shore found quantities of cigarettes and whiskey products that had been illegal for the last sixty years in the chief steward store, marijuana was legally good for the health if smoke smoked in moderation. The crew was arrested and sent to a camp for interrogation, but it was clear when brainwashed that not even water torture helped, no one knew the time of the day The crew was getting older, first slowly, then rapidly. Zimmer frames everyone to look after men who could no longer walk and many were incontinent and suffering from advanced Alzheimer disease and chronic heart failure; worse, the chief steward had stopped singing “My cast Sua Casa.” No wonder Europe was a squabbling backwater and the USA had broken up into many countries, Spanish was the national language One morning, nurses found skeletons, dark in cor and like waterlogged wood thrown ashore by an irate storm and onto the strand of time. At the same time, the ship the crew came in sank and broke into pieces of rusty iron. There were rumors in Sydney about the aliens Those who knew were forbidden to speak, and experts could continue to talk about how a ship sank so suddenly and disappeared in the sea of the Bay of Bengal was buried in a led coffin for saying the obvious: Do not interfere in our lives. The good news is for the Islamists, Israel has gone forever they are now free to cut their own throat

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