 |
 |
||||||||||||||
 |
 |
 |
|
||||||||||||
 |
 |
 |
|
||||||||||||
 |
|
||||||||||||||
 |
|
||||||||||||||
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|||||||
       On an Island in the Sea off the Coast of Somewhere Far Away live a tattered band of castaways and pyrates hemmed in by a fierce and mighty ring of sharks who allow new people to land, but not to leave, even in boats. The castaways' only hope is a prophecy, which says one day the sun will turn black, a wizard shall make a monster to appease the sharks, and the One True Queen will lead them to safety. But how likely is that? Not very. Hardly surprising that most of them have given up. But wait! What light through yonder window breaks! No, sorry, that's just me doing some spying on my neighbours while I write this paragraph. What I mean is: But wait! What is this! It is Dr Frankenstein, a scientist exiled for being a wizard, full of monster-making plans and roundly declaring that tomorrow at noon there will be an eclipse! Wowzers! The scene is set. |
 |
 |
 |
|
|||||||||||
 |
 |
|
|||||||||||||
 |
|
||||||||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |||||||||||||||
.jpg)