Open To Interpretation
This Black Ship whisked us away, Hephaestus.
It is curious.
And you, curiosity manifest.
Don't you miss Olympus, Hephaestus,
The court of the gods?
My lameness they mock.
Rather with your automatons you talk.
And you, Medea, with your magic lore,
Was the conversation at the Palace's dinner table
I miss it so.
And my sons,
And after dinner,
Gathered together for tales.
Tales we have...
Hephaestus sets his hand to the Black Deck...
Moving scenes begin to appear...
Oh, a fable!
The Black Ship sails on the Black Ocean, the waves fluorescing, the neon sails shimmering, Black Dolphins riding the bow waves, and the Moon full, the Stars in a clear night sky...