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If you look out at that ocean around there, during clear weather, you can see the great ship the Cockroach as it voyages across the wine-dark sea. You can observe as it tilts back and forth a frankly unsafe amount. You can even hear as the captain obliviously whistles to himself as he steers the boat.
Said captain of the ship, Mr Jack Tarpig, was doing his favorite activity out there, sailing. He steered the boat to the north, following the direction of his map, written down by his fellow shipmate Aphrodite. His temperament was one of Candidesque eternal optimism. The great open ocean was his foremost passion, and he spent all the time he could get traversing it. His favorite part of sailing was the part where you’re stuck on a boat for several months at a time with the same few people, which was everyone else’s least favorite part of sailing. He also had quite poor navigation skills.
Back in the interior of the ship, his other crewmates were lounging about. Said crewmates were, in randomly-presented order: Pierre Comedical, an aspiring comedian who is definitely never gonna make it; Aphrodite Oubliette, the resident cartographer of the Cockroach, also a huge fantasy nerd and much funnier than Pierre; Odysseus Crypten, a computer nerd with several notebooks full of handwritten C++ scripts; and Vlad Iator, nobody really knows what’s going on with him. At the moment, they were sailing around that ocean around there, which was awfully close to Guckland. As mentioned previously, no other human beings were aware of the Blorbians, and as such, none of the Cockroachees has any idea there was anything but open ocean where they were.
Pierre was writing down a new incredibly unfunny comedy routine, Aphrodite was reading the new Land of Zorglag novel, Odysseus was scribbling a new C++ script (specifically for calculating… uh, you’d have to ask her, I’m not a code expert), and Vlad was staring blankly into the wall as Jack strolled into the lower decks with a wave. “Hello, fine companions! How’s it going down here!”
“Yeah this new Zorglag novel is the best one yet,” Aphrodite replied as she set her tablet down (she was at page 4,083 at the moment). Odysseus grumbled in the background about how stupid literature was. Vlad kept staring at the wall. Pierre was putting the finishing touches on his comedy routine, and as soon as he finished it, he proudly held it up, asking “Who all wants to hear my new bit, show of hands!” Only Jack raised his hand. Him and Pierre went off to another room to experience the hilarity as Aphrodite said a much funnier joke to the remaining crewmates. And all this time, their ship was nearing ever closer to Glopville. Who thought it should be named that? Jesus Christ.