 Where is the ship sailing?
VOYAGE TO FAR N'JURD Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] I "I don't see why we have to be here," a crewman said. "He shore better," the man in front of him said loudly. An' iffen I aims ta talk...." "So he do; an' I'll tell ya, hit shore is time he's a-gittin' hyere. The crewman to his left bent over and whispered, "I'll bet he's gonna tell us it's gonna be another postponement." "Now, dear," said Joanne Marie, "the captain can hear ya, if you're gonna talk so loud." He's th' one that's a-keepin' us all from our Reward, an' I jest hope he does heyar me, so he'll know I'm a-gittin' mighty tyird uv waitin'." The captain, in the officer's section, sat very straight and tall. While the priest stood before the speaker's rostrum waiting for silence, the captain reached back with great dignity and scratched his right shoulder blade. Nestir, the priest, was dressed out in the full ceremonial costume of office. Cotian exentiati pablum re overum est : "Grass grows not in the middle of a busy thoroughfare." His blood-red cloak had been freshly cleaned for the occasion, and it rustled around him in silky sibilants. And then, more loudly, "Men!" "It puts me in mind of the parable of the six Vergios." "Three, you will recall, were wise. When Prophet was at Meizque, they came to him and said, 'Prophet, we are afflicted. Then he blessed them and took out His knife and lay open their sores. Calex i pundendem hoy , my children. 'Secrecy makes for a long life,' as it says in the Jarcon ." Nestir tugged behind him at his cloak.
 Somewhere in deep space.
 In Koltah.  In the province of San Xalthan.  Underwater.  Somewhere in deep space.