If I didn't know better, I would think I was reading a bizarre novel written by a nearly insane Russian author who wrote it in the middle of a particularly brutal winter. It is almost something surreal - with crazy hats and strange passengers on a voyage to nowhere. If I see a talking animal or a man made of tin, I will have to pinch myself to wake up...
I pause and smile for a moment, my head cocked to the side just slightly.
< To the man ... >
"Just between you and me, I hear that the services on these cruises are excellent. There is plenty to see and do, and this comedy troup is already warming hearts and bringing people together." < Point at the guys in the funny hats... >
< Address the woman... >
"Would you please be a dear and be sure the kitchen has me marked down for the Kosher meals?"
< Annnnnd after she gets angry and refuses... >
"So HARD to get good help these days!"
< Again to the man...if I am being dragged off or otherwise pushed >
"Well, perhaps we shall see each other over cards in the Casino - though I must warn you, I know my suites! Ta!"
< Or if I manage to keep everyone off balance long enough, the man will find us arm in arm, strolling down the deck... >
"Well, let me give you the Grand Tour and perhaps we can find the Casino and discover what you know of cards!"
If I can get a chance to touch him, maybe I can figure out this one's game. Is he a plant of some other poor sap strongarmed into this foolishness? Who are all these people? And why are the Nazis tinkering with forces far beyond their comprehension? Do they really just not understand the dangers they have unleashed...or have they really grown that desperate?
