[The sketch begins with a simple fleur de lis. Nothing important.

It's just something he could do while keeping the ketch on course. He can be found on deck most of the day.]

It seems like there's always someone leaving. People come, and they go just as quickly.

[He continues sketching as he speaks.]

One has to wonder what it says about the mechanics and purpose of our being here.

We've been told that death will take us home, but some have died here only to return to this place.

The ruby will supposedly take us home, but that depends on the wish made once it's put together.

Then some people just disappear. Presumably, from the ones who've vanished and come back, they go home.

So is there any purpose to seeking the ruby? Or are we all just chasing our tails, biding time because we can't accept that we have no purpose here but, perhaps, to be someone else's entertainment?

These strange phenomena might well be someone's idea of fun, watching what we do when faced with such things.

[By the time he's done talking (as well as speaking to a few other people), his sketched fleur de lis is quite distinct.

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[he is sitting on one of the hermit crab homes with a violin case on his lap]

Brook is gone.

I don't wanna stop missing people, but it's hard. There's a some people I'm gonna see again but a lot of people I don't know.

But even if I'm gonna see 'em again or not, missing them hurts. Like before I was rubber and tried to swallow an orange.

But I don't wanna hurt. I wanna be happy.

So what do you do to be happy?

[anything can help at this point. He pulls the violin out and plays a few screechy notes. It's a tribute. A bad one. But a tribute nontheless]