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[Axel looks distracted. He's reclining on a very nice settee stolen from a British colonial who doesn't need it anymore. Or the book he's reading. Especially not the red pirate hat he borrowed from a skeleton. He worries one of his coattails and squints at the text; this is the fourth time he's read this passage.

They oped the bag, and out the vapours brake,
When instant tempest did our vessel take,
That bore us back to sea, to mourn anew
Our absent country. Up amazed I flew,
And desperate things discoursed; if I should cast
Myself to ruin in the seas, or taste
Amongst the living more moan, and sustain?

Axel decides he's getting nowhere while the text is warning him about his own stupidity. He uses the book as a pretense to stare at the other people on the Plane. Their problems are more interesting right now.]