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This journal entry has been a long time in coming, and had it not been for the persistence of several inquiring friends I would not have committed it to writing. I refer to the affair of the amulet and the subsequent recovery of both it and the body of the young lady from the seas just off of Port Babbage. Miss Janus has related her part in the matter since the beginning, and for the most part I have not. Perhaps it has been due to the stoic nature of my family, or perhaps her telling of the tale gave me all the notice I desired at the time. It has been far from easy to relate this in a clear manner, for many parts of the tale fly in the face of logic and science, but I have been told that you must follow the evidence wherever it leads and draw conclusions from there.

In the beginning I found out about the amulet and decided that I wanted to attempt the recovery. The interest and the inquiries from several questionable persons led me to the conclusion that someone with more honorable motives should make an attempt. I acquired a diving suit and after a few discreet inquiries of my own I began diving a pattern in the area I felt most likely to contain the wreckage and the amulet. I actually began diving further out from the port and systematically worked my way back to the docks. This idea was based on observations of the tide and the chart that had come to light once the amulet became public knowledge. I found a wrecked ship on the bottom but it was quite bare, so I continued making dives in that general area. The greatest hindrance I found was that the suit I have only allows me to go so deep for so long. I was nearly ready to give up when I found two things on the bottom…a seated body and a diver in a metallic diving suit. We were unable to directly communicate at that depth, but I was able to deduce that the other diver had the amulet. The first shocking revelation was the body. It appeared to be a young girl sitting in an oddly serene pose there on the bottom, much as an eastern mystic would. By the clothing I would have guessed that the body had been there for a great number of years, but the disconcerting matter was the condition of the body. It was obvious that it had been under water for a long period of time, but if the body had been submerged for as the clothes had indicated, it would have been more decomposed or consumed by opportunistic sea creatures. I was initially dismissive of any hint of supernatural activity, but the things I saw defied a logical explanation. I did not linger long in my thoughts there on the sea floor, as the other diver motioned for me to rise to the surface.

Once we were on the docks, and unhelmeted, I had the occasion to speak with Miss Janus. She was as cautious about my motives as I was about hers, but after a bit of conversation, we found that our intent to recover the amulet was very much the same. We then retired to the confines of her Vernian Sea residence so she could remove the diving suit. After allowing her to change, she removed the amulet from the metallic confines of the diving suit. Once this was done, I felt odd, as if the room was not still or level. Miss Janus seemed far more affected by the amulet, and it could have been due to her contact with it. I also started to notice something audible...there was not a source, or a great volume...but it was odd, and disconcerting to be sure. We contained the amulet inside of a heavy metal lockbox for security's sake. The ill feeling subsided once the amulet was locked away, and we then decided on the next course of action. We decided that it would be best to secure the item at the Police station, until any legal claims were cleared and the future of the amulet was decided by proper authority.

Comment by Viv Trafalgar on October 12, 2008 at 7:38pm
Jed - this is a most glorious perspective on the whole adventure. Thank you for posting it and for participating in today's Salon!

Comment by Beq Janus on October 16, 2008 at 8:19pm
Indeed, thank you for all of your support Jedburgh, you are a trusted friend.
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I was reading the 'evil doctor' post again Saturday, then I went out to work in the yard. As I was cutting the grass on the back 40, my muse came by. It amazes me how I can achieve clarity on a tractor...She may have a greek name, but she wears a John Deere shirt and probably has a Dale Jr tattoo.

We here in the 21st century have been too long exposed to the new modern hero, so our reactions to a villain are suitably modern and jaded. It dawned on me that we should be more Roy Rogers than Clint Eastwood. The good guys bring the bad guy in to stand trial, so they can be jailed to escape and wreak havoc again.

Think Dudley Do-right and Snidely Whiplash. Think Terry Thomas and Tony Curtis. Think old school Batman. Think about pre-Roger Moore Bond flicks. Bond never used an alias, and neither did Goldfinger. Even so, they went after each other as a part of the Evil Plan. I know in the real world MI6 would call the SAS in and would have blown Goldfinger straight to Hell on a cracker. Smersh would have sent in a covert team from Spetnaz to get Bond the same way. Fleming never did, since that thing just isn't cricket. Monologues are required of villains, just like heroes should have a feeble relative or a helpless hottie to be captured as a bargaining chip.

I'm sure someone may disagree, but that's what I see...

NEXT: in the immortal words of Duane Johnson, "Know your Role!"

The smart girl
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It was a quiet evening in town, and while out strolling I happened by Miss Puchkina's new place. We had a nice chat for a bit, then Miss Writer came by. We had a most wonderful conversation, talking about many different things...when the conversation turned to flying and aviation. I remarked to them both that I had recently acquired a small two seat aeroplane. While airships have been proven to be very stable and reliable, fixed wing heavier than air craft are still very risky things to fly. Miss Dagger decided that she wanted a ride, so we got on board and took off from the field beside the library. My concern was that the field was far too short for a take-off, but the little 'plane took off and we make several laps around town. The problems began when I throttled back after going into a low hanging cloud bank, and found myself amongst the taller of the buildings near Bow Street. I managed to avoid striking any of them, but ended up in the canal with my machine. I returned to Miss Puchkina's residence, and shortly afterward Miss Writer came by, none the worse for wear. Apparently she abandoned ship further back than I did. Since the light was falling, I decided to give up on another attempt and called it a night.

Comment by Ceejay Writer on August 29, 2008 at 9:54am
None the worse for wear? I sank to the bottom of the canals, crashed offline, and came back as a pale white zombie to haunt you! :D

That was quite a fun evening!

Comment by Serafina Puchkina on September 1, 2008 at 7:39pm
Here I am, waiting my turn for a ride in Miss Dagger's aeroplane when I hear a loud crash and splash! Miss Dagger walks back to my place, sopping wet. I start screaming that Miss Writer has died in the accident (which I know is not Miss Dagger's fault. She is an excellent pilot). Before I can work myself into proper hysterics, Miss Writer appears, or rather her zombie appears. *shivers*

Believe me, Miss Writer is one scary zombie. I ain't 'fraid of no ghosts, but zombies . .

Comment by Viv Trafalgar on September 2, 2008 at 6:21pm
::pouts at missing all of the fun!::

::thinks hmm... it's tuesday. looks for blue stockings and ... ::

Comment by Serafina Puchkina on September 3, 2008 at 10:42am
Hey, Viv, sorry to have missed you! You know we would have pinged you if you'd been inworld. *hugs*

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