Once upon a time, in the sky of green sunrises and moon shadows, there was a boat. It was a normal-sized boat with normal sized planks, a normal sized flag and a normal sized bow. It looked quite small, simply due to the fact that its anchor was extraordinarily large. 6.5 times its size, to be exact. Unfortunately, due to the anchor’s large surface area, other boats would fly past, think it was lost and take it home with them with compassionate intent - whilst, in reality, the boat of whom the giant anchor was keeping steady was just hidden under its shadow. This resulted in the boat being continually flung universes away from its original adventure course, sometimes up to three times a day! That’s just inconvenient. Especially when you end up having to row for lightyears just to get back to your cloud bed.
“Looting and plundering is difficult when the stars you’re surrounded by aren’t balls of light you recognise, and the moon rises from underneath your feet in odd shades of pink…” thought captain James as he drank pineapple juice from his brass flask and used a scuffed kaleidoscope to observe a horizon he did not recognise. “Green…” he muttered under his breath. “Give me green, please.”
He never forgot manners, even while speaking to the sky.