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we were led from the dock through great velvet stage curtains to the dining room where there was a long, botanically adorned, herbally intimidating dining table. we were told to sit in the chairs where the cards with our names were. in that order.  first- sit. that was the order. we were instructed not to move them (or our bodies) as the GSJ (Grand Sir Judge) had plans concerning the placement of the delegates at the table. i was already terrified of the man. very terrified...i had always been terrified by judges* when i lived on land, but out at sea, being a whalingman, i have -(whaling Captain)- i have become accustomed to a policy of high-seas disjudgementalism, which is to say nobody did anything wrong ever unless i saw the incident (and i have to point to the specific rule in our ship's rules and regulations handbook which i got bored and stopped writing after about seven rules and one regulation that has to do with facial hair styles or something unimportant or really important depending on your angle). my first mate, bobo, came up with the disjudgementalist credo earlier on in the expedition and it has so far worked more effectively than our previous policy of immediate hyper-judgement, which ended the lives of many crew members. who are probably still trying to figure out the optimal times to die on their journeys from soul net to soul net (when a man dies at sea and the ship continues on and he is in the vicinity  of a soul net, (which despite popular belief, appear quite regularly over some of the most barren of our oceans) he ends up right there and needs to time his drowning/dying and swimming,  which is made much easier by every seaman's most important bookette, the one that pertains to the precise locations of planet's soul nets via PPS coordinates or something. i have been drinking and can't remember the specifics or the title or anything else. point is, you may time your drowning with the tides so that you can be dragged rapidly into a soul net coverage area (depending on your service provider) ((i know some people have th0se piss-pirate conspiracy theories about how the soul nets are somehow not saving non-subscribers, but that'    s bullshit...i don't have planTech and i Came Back in what i'm pretty sure was mainly their coverage area(((we're all in it together here in the whaling, guys!))))) anyway, my dining-table card was conveniently next to that really rich broad from earlier who i was impressed by for some thing...i was very excited because of all the booze from the earlier room!

*the only reason the Sir Judge is on my ship is that it's a high seas ordinance to have a judge as part of the crew, like having a ship's doctor or a jester