My Gods! What could this be?
A package...nay, a parcel...delivered from on high.
Very little mail finds its way to Rick's Café Américain. I am suspicious, but impatient.
Eagerly, I rip apart the lovingly wrapped parcel with no regard to the effort or cost involved in crafting it.
I begin to form an idea of what might lay in wait within the papery confines.
Crimson Skies has landed safely on my shores!
Yet something gives me pause...
Is there a mirror on the cover of this box, for surely the cleft-chinned figure I see is a reflection of myself.
Ah-ha! A more thorough perusal of the case reveals that it is, in fact, Nathan Zachary!
The Nathan Zachary
of The Fortune Hunters
, you may be asking.
The very same!
How easy it was to confuse our roguish good looks!
Nate and I can't wait to begin our adventures together.
But before take-off, we are careful to offer thanks to Corduroy Turtle for bringing us together.
Thank you, great turtle! May you grant us safe passage through the skies!
LOOK WHO CAME: