Jacobi, How I Tried to Warn Him...

Day 1,713, 06:53 • Published in Thailand Thailand • by Mystela


...& ended up with salt, Lot's & lots of salt. O.o

In an affectionate, big sisterly way, I gently dug my nails deeper into his shivering body saying, “But look you! the atmosphere is like a cold & endless sea, filled with multi pull ripples of icy gray, determined to weigh you down, drowning you with their All Wet ness monstrosities & their pack ice.”


He calmly replied, “Just a little to the right & don't worry. I'll only seek shelter among the stable ice floes, to read the waves & know which way the wind blows. I'll avoid the blow holes. I can read all of their signs.”


I anxiously persisted, “But Jacobi! shrouded in that never ending mist, there are things beyond your imagination, new breeds of wails even! They groan & complain, gnashing their teeth while spewing barbs of tainted, jealous spittle. With mournful engines at full speed, they poison the mighty, while heedlessly crushing the small fry. Not to mention teh offshore trawollers, bumping & grinding in the night!”

He remained silent, staring at me with that stoic, vulnerable yet menacing demeanor of his, perhaps slightly puzzled by the murky depths of my stunning, suspiciously insightful incoherence, patiently waiting for the light. Immediately sensing that I had none, 🙁 he slowly stashed the stuff, working methodically in the ever thickening mist.


Suddenly I realized that I could no longer see his hands! So while he was still happy, I broke the news to him. “Jacobi”, I said softly, “speak with Alex. He's a valued ally, willing to assist & has sought out a tasseogr, a tasseoma, a tassolo, an old lady who reads tea leaves. Sadly, she foretells that all of the omens speak of evil.”

Then I cried a little bit inside, as I revealed the image formed by those amazingly perceptive tea leaves... boyishly good-looking, sexy Alex in a bedroom, mmm, what? no wait!... Alex, the perennial winner, looking mildly annoyed, poised in a brightly lit corridor of the unknown mirrors, uncharacteristically failing, in a covert attempt at cake delivery to eCanada. ;_;


Strangely, Jacobi spoke hoarsely then, admitting that he too had seen a disturbing vision, one in which there were many adversaries from the past, many partings of the ways, the SEES, the CSIS, yea even unto the cold & endless eCanadian seas, filled with the All Wet. He said he knew what he must do, to face the demons once again.

Then from the magic mist, he wondrously conjured up this frightening vision for me to see, which I deftly snapped a pic of with my cell, for all of you to see & know the truth or be confused. O.o


For the longest time, we stared at each other in silence, until suddenly I heard a mysterious, vaguely familiar voice in my head, speaking hoarsely, calmly saying, “Stop staring at me & leave already! & whatever you a do, don't look back!”

With a heavy heart & soggy boots, I gave him the many fingered salute & left, quickly looking back just in time to see him disappearing into the perilous mist.


God speed God Emperor Jacobi! o7 Now what the heck is with all of this salt? Out, damned salt! Out!


tl;dr
Jacobi is back! & my beautiful South Thai, ocean front beach house is filling with salt? O.o