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A man relaxes in a purple hammock in a ship cabin, reading a Harry Potter book and holding a red drink. Old books and a violin rest on a table nearby.

A man relaxes in a purple hammock in a ship cabin, reading a Harry Potter book and holding a red drink. Old books and a violin rest on a table nearby.

The ship rolled, I headed down into a side cabin, Maverick sat in hammock reading. In one hand he held Harry Potter and the Half -Blood Prince, in the other a modern glass of red liquor, which I knew to be Grape Fanta. He nodded at me, his room was neater and tidy, a king size bed with deep purple drapes, on which was resting a villion, who takes a villion with them? And beside it a desk piled printer paper and a pile of books . Jane Austins: Pride and Prejudice, Ley Tolstoy:War and Peace and a large grey book with a latin name. I looked at him. “What the book?” “Ad Infinitum, it is a book on understanding oracles. They all are.” He raised his hands and the books covered changed, the bright images faded in a dull weather beaten grey. “Nice trick.” “Nemesis taught me, said he thought it would be useful. They are an oracle diary, ancient forgotten languages and a book on basic predictions for beginners. “So you're thinking of becoming an oracle?" He shook his head, “no, well kind of, Oracles predict the future, I create it. I’m a story teller-that's the correct term.” I looked at him, “I didn’t know you could do that, anyway… congrats.” “I don’t know about congratulating myself, most are driven mad or suffer from dementia, their lucky ones, the unlucky ones die.” I shook my head, “why must you all be so melancholy." He bit his lip but didn’t seem offended. “Most people see me as that, morose or mad as the girl who found out about my obsession with death and life after-death, Mehr sehen