Come now, brave men

Come now, brave men
Stand with her now
Make fists and stare
Cold frost on breath

Come now, brave men
Empty yourselves
Bleed it, kill it
Do it soon....

Little fishes...

... in the honey little holes. Down deep in the sleep. Forgotten fishes, who remembers you now? You were once lauded, eaten and praised.

Lost now though, aren't ya? Ain't ya? Ha? Aren't you lost now? Silly, stinky, stupid little fishes. Down deep in the sleep.

He's running...

... head down, at first you think he's hardly moving. His legs are pumping, heaving and then you see the speed, the speed in the background passing him by.

BAM! He's through the gate. The Infeasibles better beware, the stinkers. Go Skipper, go our love! Go and be safe with your Godfire. Go on, out of here, go dammit! Aw, Captain....

Connection

For once, the line is crystal clear. The images from the desert in perfect clarity on our screens. The camera finds the skipper, Captain Joy!

Captain! Captain! They call to him. He speaks without looking at them. A release for us all. Our one true love.

"I am of all things now. I am of what they are not...."

A quiet man...

... this man. Small and getting smaller. He wondered where she was now, the woman who had left him. He tried not to look for her but he saw her everywhere in every face, in all reflections.

A soft man, nearly. He would hide from the Captain.

He was a quiet man. And his name was Joe.

Job done

Ever more was the troop referred to as the Elephantine. Regardless of foe or friend, the job would always be done. Where others wished to be seen working, the Elephantine's work was always simply seen to.

Ordinariness

Small things matter now to the Empty Emperor. Like sitting in a laundromat of a Tuesday morning, waiting for the dryer. Something connects in him like a tooth falling into eye -- this could be something, this could be something.

The obvious one

Even at the end, the Captain found time to gather some loose wood and make a fire. The heat of the flames at night reminded him of the desert by day. Not that he would let us know that's what he was thinking! Oh, no, he just fixed us with the Gorged Eye and said...

".... I have given all and took nothing, Earthlings. But a worm turns in me. It turns and twists and learns to fill the spaces between skin and blood. A worm turns within me...."

Of all the likely outcomes...

... not even the Number Men saw this one coming. Where did that field of twisted waves come out of?

We ask the Captain for his thoughts. He says, "Understand me now! Walk my road or don't walk at all!"

Somewhere

Some say that they are just over the hill... waiting for us.

Calling all workers!

Work hard, the last days are almost here.