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D: “Hey, everyone, Danny Gulliver and Grilden here-”

G: “Hi”

D: “-and I heard from my cousin Lewis earlier and there’s something that he suggested the four of us do.”

G: “Like?”

D: “Well, he thought it’d be nifty if we kinda got together and shared what it’s like from our perspectives.  You and him would talk about what it’s like to be ‘giants’ compared to Gautier and I, while we would share what being smaller is like.”

G: “Alright, that sounds simple enough.  I could do something like that.”

D: “Great, so I’ll just send this over to him and-”

G: “Wait, a few moments ago, did you say... nifty?”

D: “Yeah, why?”

G: *snicker* “Oh, no reason... grandpa” *laughter*

D: “Oh hush, you whippersnapper!  Now, so Lewis gets this, send to ‘ @ask-theprinceandhisgiant , and off it goes!”

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Danny Gulliver here, I had to share this with you all! Seriously, what are the odds of this?! Anyway, Gril and I were talking not long after we met, and he said my last name sounded vaguely familiar. So, he did some digging, and he found a journal with Grandpa Lemuel's name in it! Who did the journal belong to, you ask? It was none other than Glumdalclitch! It turns out- she was Grilden's great-great-great-great grandmother! I mean seriously! What are the odds of that?!

Oh man, Lewis has to know. Alright, alright, uh, send to @ask-theprinceandhisgiant , and off it goes! *Sigh* Wow, this is just... mind-blowing, dude. *Chuckle* What are the odds...

*Sigh* Okay, I need to take a breather, get settled down a bit. So, this is Danny Gulliver saying 'Boldly Go' y'all.

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Hey, everyone!  I’m Danny Gulliver, here aboard the, uh, Windwalker.  She’s a small vessel I rented from an outfit here in Washington state, USA.  I, uh, planned to take her up the coast of Canada as kinda a... sight-seeing tour?  I guess is one term for it?  But, I also want to follow up on something.  So, my... great-great-great-great... great? grandfather was Lemuel Gulliver.  Yes, that one, with the Lilliputians and everything.  Well, digging into the family history, I find that most everyone called him nuts.  Said he cracked, snapped.  Sold the farm.  I can’t have that on the family ledger anymore.  Heard that my cousin, fifth?  Maybe?  Anyway, my distant cousin Lewis had a similar feeling and went out sailing.  Sent me a message that said he found... something.  Wouldn’t really say what, except it was ‘for their safety’.  Whatever that meant.  Little brat, hehe. *sigh* No, Lewis is actually a pretty great guy, so if he’s being secretive, there’s gotta be a really good reason.  But my plan is to go up the coast of Canada, and find at least some scrap of evidence that grandpa Lemuel wasn’t a nutcase.

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So, I’m, uh, not too sure what’s going on with this phone.  Like it, doesn’t want to take video? That sucks.  *Damn*  Anyway, I guess audio posts for now.  Uh, any messages that anyone following my voyage wants to ask, I’ll have this thing at my side.  This is Danny Gulliver, saying ‘Boldly Go’!

Day 2, Somewhere off the coast of British Columbia

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*blegh* Hey, everyone, it’s Danny here.  Still a no-go on the video and pictures, and I’m uh, not feeling to *urp* hot.  Something at my last fuel stop is disagreeing with me *oh Jesus*.  This boat rocking sure ain’t helping nothing eitherhangon! (rapid bootfalls, sounds of retching)  *Christ on the cross, make it stop!* (retch, silence broken by heavy panting, slow bootfalls) *sniffle, ptew* This sucks.  I’m going to lay down.  Danny Gulliver says ‘Boldly Go’.

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Hey everyone. Just, uh, making this recording to, um, show I'm still alive? I guess? *Sigh* I kinda hit a slump after I came back from my last trip to the mainland. Stayed cooped up for about a week, according to Grilden. But, I'm starting to bounce back, so that's good. Been doing some thinking, too. About what it means to be 'dead', in a sense.

About my new life...

About Grilden.

He's been really supportive through this. He gave me space, let me come to terms with things at my own pace. He was there when I needed a shoulder to cry on, and he's helping me get over a small aversion to physical contact that I've had. And, I think I'm starting to... like him? Like a crush? I've never had a crush on a guy before, but... this feels like a crush. *Sigh* I dunno. I guess I have more thinking to do, sort out my head, get my feelings in order. So, for now, this is Danny Gulliver saying 'Boldly Go'.

D: I actually have my own space (now).  For a couple nights, we shared the bed.  But then Gril had a nightmare and nearly rolled over on me

G: Said I was sorry about that.  Nightmares aren’t a common occurrence for me.

D: Yeah, it sure was!  What happened when you met Gautier?  Was that when the fight was? Whoever jumped ya was damn lucky that we both weren’t there, we’d’ve thrashed ‘em all! No one hurts my favorite cousin

Oh, it’s going alright here, I guess.  Wish I could figure out how to get back home.  But it is what it is.  Grilden let me use a room in his apartment (not real big by his standards, but plenty by mine).  He’s a pretty decent guy. Plenty friendly, likes to play chess. We have a game almost every night.

Day ??, Location ??

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Okay, easy Danny, easy.  Whoever’s holding that fishing line probably doesn’t know you’re here.  Yeah, that’s it, they don’t know and that gives you the edge.  Just start the boat and whip it around, you’re gone.  What’re they gonna do, come in after- oh shit the bobber’s gone! (distant high whine, like fishing line paying out very quickly) Oh fuck this ain’t good (running bootfalls, sound of engine trying to turn over) Come on come on please baby we gotta go-! (loud thump against underside of boat) Shitshitshit come on baby! (engine cranking, another thump) Oh damn shit! (huge booming footfalls in water) Fuck fuck! (footfalls approach, sound of something approaching with whoosh)

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“AAAAAHHHHH!!!”

“What in the world is this?  Somebody’s toy boat?” (sounds of falling water as boat is lifted into the air

“Oh Jesus, this is it, this is it I’m dead so dead...”

“Ain’t no toy like I’ve seen.  And what was that screamin’ soun-... Oh.  Oh my.  You alright there, little critter?”

“Dead dead deady dead...”

“Hey, little fella, you need help?

“Dea... (silence) Big... very big.”

“I’m Grilden.  You got a name? Can you speak?”

“...” (heavy thud)