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[Nocturne has acquired an exceptionally small sailboat. How he’s done so is anyone’s guess. Either way, he’s floating out in the ‘ocean’ now, sitting on the gunwhale at the stern and strumming his sitar. Also singing – he turns up sitting around and singing in the strangest places, doesn’t he?]

So I'm sailing for tomorrow
My dreams are a-dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you
Tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship
And all her flags are a-flyin'
She is all that I have left
And music is her name.

[Gee, it’s a good thing his sitar doesn’t go out of tune when it gets wet, isn’t it? He finally comes into shore, showing that his boat is not only very small but apparently has a very shallow draft. In fact, upon closer inspection it’s more of a raft that happens to have a sail and a gunwhale than it is an actual boat. It does have a flag, though – it’s blue, with a yellow frangipani flower on it. That’s another rather mysterious acquisition, since Nocturne would be the first to admit he can’t sew, but it’s amazing what you can find just lying around sometimes.]