"Perhaps it's a dread gazebo," Radik III said, peering at it suspiciously.
"Yar, what you're seeing is merely the crow's nest," Logan said in irritation. "My ship - or base - is more of a subscript. Accessed via the trap door in the middle of the floor."
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"It's underground??" QT said in confusion.
"No, spatially displaced," Logan retorted smugly. "That gazebo acts like the gateway, while being the only part physically tied to this plane. So I wager the actual interior is intact, despite our severed ties with mathematics."
Lifting an eyebrow at him, Cosecant went to investigate the trap door herself. "Ahhh. This vessel explains how you can turn up without warning, then vanish," ParaB said, nodding slowly.
"Aye. Sometimes it's almost like it has a mind of it's own," Logan mused, rubbing his chin. He turned to look at Sine, as she finished pacing around the ten sided structure. "Now, I maintain the Captain's Log! So none of your command talk - you can be the executive officer."
"Where did you even get this?" the brunette said in confusion. "The technology is too advanced, even for you."
"It's not stolen!" the pirate assured. "But you're right... it simply turned up one day as a gift, with a note claiming it was from 'The Professor'."
"Professor who?" QT asked.
Logan shrugged. "Beats me. I guess he was smart. I refer to him as Professor X."
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