The Voyage

Part One To reach the land of wonders the ship travels to the furthest point from land, the very center of the open sea. The path is takes is inefficient and confusing.  The journey can last months.

The ship is controlled by unseen forces, and the Attendants have no influence. They cannot leave it, held in as if by magnets. They are servants of the masters. The Ship itself is demonstration of the masters unearthly power. The top deck is an austere Roman garden filled with uncanny amenities.

The Greater Attendant acts as mouthpiece, strolling the decks or standing at the bow, while the Lesser Attendants have other duties. They are nudged into work or relaxation by instinct. They are meek and submissive around visitants.

• Standing at the edges of the topmost deck, watching the open sea. As the masters view it, all things adrift at sea are “lost”, and can be claimed by them. This includes those marooned, or shipwrecked. These attendants carry long hooked poles that extend out when placed on fulcrums round the deck, and can lift in any living person. 
• Tending to the gardens, and harvesting its many fruits and other byproducts.
• Perform music on numerous remarkable instruments, in small groups. They have developed a unique style across the centuries, built on group improvisation. Hypnotizing and complex, between raga and bluegrass.
• Below deck, they have created many impressive macrame using found rope and collected fish skeletons. Parts are reused, all is as temporary as sandcastles.
• When there are visitors, some Attendants catch and others prepare the bounty of the sea. Fish is served sliced, and raw.
• Attendants will obey all visitors, more or less. They are here to serve them, as well. They will not harm them, or free them, but most all else is valid.

THE GREATER ATTENDANT

It remembers its old life only vaguely, as it has been years and years. It was once a fisher, it remembers always knowing the sea. The body it has now is very different from its old one (as are all the attendants). It is thankful for the many wonders it has seen, but sometimes misses its former life. It trusts the masters, perhaps for lack of other options. It has seen islands of solid ice, rocks that can only be reached by birds, tiny sandbars in the midst of nothing with only a single tree.

Offerings are left to their own devices, they may “pursue all pleasures”. Time on the ship passes loosely, a mixture of idleness and distress. Unless time is tracked deliberately, speak about it passing in the broad est generalities.