Talk:Interview with the Interpreter: Death by Water/@comment-99.5.249.105-20170317014143/@comment-99.5.249.105-20170419022706

"Visions of the inky depths"

From somewhere behind your head, Dr Schlomo listens to your tales. "You should have been a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas," he says. His tone is dreamy, detached. "Then you could have seen the black ships above you, their sails full of wind dearly bought from that angry god. You would know where they were going." Your stomach rumbles. Nausea floods your throat. "Walk away from your ship. Do not look for this," continues Dr Schlomo. "Seek rather the land whose wayfarers will ask why you carry a winnowing-fan on your back...'" Now he's sounding puzzled. His voice trails off.

Before you can speak, Dr Schlomo jumps out of his chair. He begins to scream. "I cannot believe you did that to me! Get out! Get out, get out, get out!" You run for the door as he reaches for his walking-stick.



[This was a serious mistake. Do not repeat it. Resolve to end this foolish quest.]