Not down on any map

The team leaves the Inn. They are aware of the fact that Hank has a ship, although it isn’t quite clear whether he owns or merely commands it. Likewise the displaced cops have no idea where exactly that ship is moored, so they have to allow their feet to guide them to that place, hoping that this act of giving up control won’t mess up their hard won independence from their host bodies again.

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♪♫ The Diamond is a ship, my lads / For the Davis Strait we're bound ♪♫
♪♫ The quay it is all garnished / With bonnie lasses 'round ♪♫

“And handsome lads!” Gavin jubilates, smiling at his husband.
“And cute bats and werewolves!” Daniel replies, slinging his arms around Gavin and Tina.
“And vintage robots!” Tina teases her Fated Mate.

The trio consisting of three different occult states is seen not as odd, but definitely rare even in Detroit in 2050. Each of the three owes their extra powers to magic, but where Tina and Gavin would revert to mundane humans without magic, Daniel would become a slave to his program code and probably lose much of his self-awareness, too. Therefore it is of utmost importance to leave this time before 1839, when magic had went dormant again.

♪♫Captain A…♪♫

There is a brief pause, when the crew collectively needs to focus on their Captain’s name. But it quickly passes and the chorus continues:

♪♫Captain ANDERSON gives the order / To sail the ocean wide ♪♫
♪♫Where the sun it never sets, my lads / Nor darkness dims the sky♪♫

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When their ship, that they think of as the “Diamond”, leaves port, Hank and Connor stand shoulder to shoulder, lost in thought. Once again their borrowed brains take the moment of respite as in invitation to take over.

“First time at sea, lad?” the Captain asks the newest addition to his crew, and Connor replies equally distanced: “No, Sir. But the first time whaling.”

“I did so only last week!” Daniel announces. “I didn’t plan to, but they released a new sword for my outdated Silver Knight, that will get him back into the game!”

Hank and Connor realize that their shipmate is talking about a phone game he is playing in the future. “Whaling” in this context refers to paying an unreasonable sum for ingame content, with “whales” being a moniker for the tiny subset of the paying players, that nevertheless accounts for more than 90% of an app’s profits.

“Daniel? Tell us all about your Silver Knight at dinner tonight!” Hank orders. “In fact, everyone focus on your favorite videogames whenever the topic of whales comes up! Doesn’t mean if you are an avid gamer like Tina, dabble like Daniel and Connor or…” Hank’s gaze rests on Sigstein. Following a hunch he finishes: “…cannot tell a Sega from a Nintendo.”

The insult is lost on Sigstein, but his shipmates’ amused faces tell him the gist of it.