so long it has been that she saw her fathers true face that all she can recall is a wisp of hair that would fall behind his ear.irritating and a hand that would carelessly wipe it away.She remembers the crinkles in the corners of his eyes that would smile and call her his little fish. no more then that. The last time she saw him his eyes were empty and he was cold and harsh. She asked a lecturer once and he said: your father is a fisherman and like all who go onto the sea time after time eventually she takes them.if lucky she only takes their bodies if not she takes their soul but sometimes,very rarely and only known in the hidden recesses of the mind the knowledge that she takes body and soul and something else comes back.hidden within the former form of being. Those that come back thus changed carry the outland sea in their eyes and can no longer remain ashore for very long,some never find the shore again.seeking something within the service of another God.a messenger of the sea a hunter,a tool a predator…………. so they become “Ahab”forever hunting the beast that lures them on to the open expanses,limited only by the boundaries of imagination. everything can be found on the outland sea,human dreams may be observed here,fleeting thoughts and emotions seen displayed in all their colours.the dreams of whole nations,their thoughts,their hatreds,their loves.the great patterns of their cloth,or the single threads of those able to change the course of even the largest of the thought ships. here dwell others too,not human nor unaware like us.different travelers ,passing through,studying or interacting within the weave but rarely noticed nor wishing to be noticed. sometimes if you can travel out into the sea far enough ,it is possible to touch feel their strangeness.communication may be attempted but so hard to make oneself felt in another mind ,enough to openly know another s being.

easily mind touch may be interpreted as attack then chaos follows,fear……………… ………………. travel is easiest by latching onto a thought ship to move upon the minds of many and be carried relatively safely to other points. cleaner but much much harder it is to “swim” if immersion within the outland sea can be tolerated then understanding of its movement,its purpose can be felt. but nothing human can survive in here for long unshielded and still remain itself. the sea seeps into the very marrow and heart of the soul .changing ,transforming the essence. shielding may be achieved by essences ingested beforehand,or mind states that confer solidity within this realm or sitting on the edge of something so still it creates a bubble,a membrane thin bubble of reality that may