Diving for Juice…

A long time ago, way back before the States were called “the colonies,” some Sea Captain went down with his ship and stole the spotlight from the old school True King. It’s not so far fetched, really: In the era of budding transoceanic empires, sea travel was the Key to the Future, certainly important enough to upset the order of things. (Some people think the use of privateers was an attempt to undo the shift to mobile kingdoms, but that’s really beside the point.)

Best I can figure, the True Governor came up before too long, embracing the tidal wave of democracy, so the True Captain wasn’t exactly the most lasting archetype. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Considering the obscurity and location, it’s not likely anyone’s gotten to it yet. See, it’s still down there, the True Wreck from the ascension of the True Captain. If you think the master copy Naked Goddess tape is potent, imagine the untapped mojo invested in the True Domain of an ascending True King.

It’s not as powerful as when the True Captain was still up around, and the wheel is likely gone to rot by now, but there’s got to be some major juice left in the ship’s bell. And then there’s the mug of the True Captain, and his casks of booze. Not only is there more mojo per square foot than the Titanic, it’s also got fewer people on its trail.

Of course, the location is only unknown because nobody with the equipment has ever gone looking for it. If you can get a big enough charge through your local librarian, there’s got to be enough preserved ships’ logs and course charts to piece together where it went down.