Network comm for The Land of Make Believe

I miss burgers. And proper cigarettes. And George and Ann And songs that don't revolve around 'pieces of eight' and rum.

On the plus side, I have a kick arse hat and very nearly owned a parrot. So... swings in roundabouts.

Has anyone an idea how we've come to this island? I have to be honest when I say I am growing tired of this.

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Have we rounded up everyone, then? Do we need a roll-call in case people get eaten by pirates or kidnapped (again) by sharks or something?

So... someone kidnaps me, drops me into the oh-so creatively titled land of make-believe with some weird paper money and weird primitive communications device, and that's it?

Something awfully odd is going on here.

Well, after a pleasant rest in a warm bed, I do believe I could properly finish collecting my thoughts with a nice smoke. I don't suppose anyone would have a recommendation for a place to purchase a pipe?

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