Weekly What – Week 11

I’m still a couple weeks behind in the Weekly What’s, so I’ll be posting a couple more riddles back-to-back here. Both of these are what I term “referential riddles” because they are difficult to solve without some knowledge of the subjects they reference. This is a common property of all riddles, but most riddles rely on contextually common knowledge instead of more targeted referential knowledge.
These next few riddles fall into the referential riddle category, but they are not impossible to solve without knowledge of the specific references. So, without further ado, here is the riddle:

Battleships go to war;
Many sink into the depths. 
Submarines, nuclear, 
Send fear up our spines and backs.

Look under the waves and foamy spray.
Can you see the bottomless bay? 
The lost city lies in disarray;
Drain the waters and oceans away!
Set free the victims of the day;
Don’t keep the child enslaved!

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Drifting Away

My eyelids flutter as I resist
The urge and want to sleep.
The night time calls and does not desist;
My thoughts start to merge with dreams.

I wander down a narrow path
That has no seeming end.
A ship with sails of the past
Passed me like a friend.

A rope was lowered down the side
For me to grab I supposed.
I took hold and was drawn up right
To the deck of who knows.

There was no crew or captain there,
On that great and dreamy ship.
It took me far from anywhere,
To a place where memories fled.

As the breeze filled the sails with
Hopes and wishes and dreams,
I laughed and cried and felt bereft
As they floated away from me.

The ship took me places I’d never been
Where even my imagination gaped.
My heart beat fast at what was seen,
Extremes of both love and hate.

Oh roller coaster ride of my life,
Stop at once. I beg you, have mercy.
Tired, frail, and broken am I;
So please, take me back in a hurry.

The ship does not alter its course or route
One second of a single degree.
How do I end this nightmare right now
And put an end to this, my suffering?

A bright light blinds me in my fears
As the ship is suddenly gone!
I found that, on the path, I appeared;
So thankful that it was done.

As my dreams and thoughts divide,
My eyes open to day,
I thank Christ for saving my life
When I was drifting away.

Rest

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A midnight sun sits above the mountains overlooking the MatSu Valley.

Gently I drift away on a dream,
To sounds of the wind, rivers, and streams.

Reclining in clouds of cotton and fabric,
I hide under mountains, in caves of blankets.

Darkness comes from the east afar,
And brings the twitterlight of the stars.

By stars, this ship, I will navigate to meet
The one that I love, wherever she be.

This ship I board to that distant land,
My life I will leave, ’til morning again.

May 31 – Official Journal Entry of Tacity Martin

Today started much like all my other days. I woke up and knew the enemy was hot on my trail. The enemy must have drugged me the night before; marking me with a scent that any blind dog could follow. I entertained the thought of surrendering, letting the enemy take me; but I remembered my responsibility as the second mate of the crew. Motley as the crew is, I still love ‘em.

Raised myself and dashed across the cave entrance where I’d been, washed the scent off me-self. Prepared for the days expedition by suiting up, taking my effects in hand, and ate breakfast. Found a nest of eggs; had some other, not-so-fresh food as well. After breakfast, I made a list of areas to scavenge. I set off to find supplies, leaving the crew and first mate.

The first leg of my journey was no picnic, with boulders and beasts all over the place! Despite these hindrances, I arrived at the first scavenging area. Spent no more than eight hours there! Found a couple pearls, as well as some mangos, blueberries, and green dulse. While there, had a run-in with some pirates who spotted me a ways off and started firing! I returned fire and eventually managed to evade further conflict; made it out by the skin of me britches!

The second leg of my journey took me to a strange part of the island; not much for food, but lots of parts of old ships, tools, and equipment for building! Found some small tools for cracking open the clams, as the others would not last much longer. In addition to my small trove, I stumbled across a large piece of equipment for swabbing the deck. I was sure the first mate would appreciate it. Had very few run-ins, but was not alone! I caught sight of an old scallywag that used to be part of one o’ my crews. I left for the third leg of me journey.

The next two stashes I had to make were quick. The first area I ran in and searched for no more than 4 minutes. Saw a lass that once was in the same crew as I. Paid my respects and left the place. Arrived at the other area that was not that far off. It was at this location that I had to store a little bit of loot for later, making a deposit for future need.

I got word from a new friend about this time, via carrier pigeon. I made my way to a spot where we planned an impromptu meeting, though neither of us would see the other. She sat on one side of a wall, and I the other. I waited for her at first, almost dozing off in the heat of the day; but she showed at last. The conversation was cut short, much to our dismay, and I thus returned to camp.

Upon arriving, I checked for any sign of the enemy, but it appears the first mate and the crew had defended the camp well enough until the captain and reinforcements had arrived. They were outside working in the heat. I went out and did my leg of patrol duty; we’ve pushed the border to a 5 mile perimeter to date, looking up tomorrow. I got back, drenched in sweat, and so bathed under a cold waterfall.

We received an invite by a small, friendly crew to go to some sort of show with them. So we went. While on the way there, I had another faceless conversation with my new friend. Others in my company wondered who I was talking to, and so I told them and introduced them to the voice. We arrived and had a grand ol’ time with the crew. After the show we spent time going on about days long past, telling tales of adventure and singularity. As the day grew long I, and the part of my crew that went, returned to camp. T’will be a long night, as the watch grows long and the sun goes down; with light out of sight, the evil night and all its fright has begun.

End of Log