OoC OH Muse, I sing to thee a song most pure And hope the winds might play again to you Please carry, breeze, the tune I’ve writ: a cure For all your ails and let your soul renew --Song for the End of the World, lines 1-4 Notes from Captain Helmsley’s Logbook I never got a clear answer from those dogs I picked up a few days back. “West” was all they told me. I think they trust that I’m going to get them to the right spot, but I’ll be damned if I know what that is. I n