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Alright, you're probably tired of seeing this kind of posts, but it's exactly this kind of posts that convinced me to give it a try.
Went into it expecting it wouldn't be as good as they say, but man, it blew me away. I just wanted to write down a few thoughts and see if you agree. Here goes:
It manages to criticize the old characters and their actions, all the while treating them with respect, honouring them and elevating them. It has a lot of themes about parenthood, family, loss, legacy, history... Many emotional moments.
All the while being a good space adventure where the future of the federation hangs on the line. And it doesn't feel forced at all. No "you're the only ship in range" or some new threat they pull out of their asses.
It builds organically from the events on the events of all the other star trek series, especially from the events of DS9. It brings all of it into a coherent universe that makes sense.
Shit gets done with minimal technobabble, which leaves more time to focus on character and story.
They show things the fans will recognise, on the verge of being fanservicy, but it's done fast, and they don't hit you over the head with it. To the point I had to freeze screen to see it properly.
At the same time, what you need to know is still explained to you simply and quickly, to bring bon fans up to speed. So I thing its still welcoming to new people coming into star trek. That I noticed there has only been one "as you know...", But a few occurrences of a character responding "I know what it is" to something being explained to them. Those lines really feel like they are there for the benefit of the audience, but it doesn't happen too much.
I do recognise that the ship interiors are generally a bit dark, but that doesn't bother me as much as their weapons sounding an aweful lot like modern rifles. I roll my eyes at you, sound design. But these feel more like nitpicks, and didn't spoil my enjoyment of it.
All in all, I was a bit iffy at the start but loved the 6 episodes that are out right now. I just hope that they don't ruin it from here.
TLDR: Picard S3 is a fun space adventure that respects what came before and adds to it.

For a few months now I have been attracted to the male sex organs, but I don't prefer men in a sexual way, like I still like girls when it comes for having sex, but when it comes to the sex organs like (penis/vagina) I am in a Bi sense of way, so I am actually confused about what do I actually like
P.S: Sorry for any error, my english is not that good

File - Journal Entry Report - Elias Dexter
Species - Human
Date Stamp - December 2, 3023, Standard Union Time
Location - TAS LockHaven, in deep space
​
The Union accepted our plea for a war declaration. We should have been happy, right? The truth is none of us were happy. Video footage of the Grim’s attack on our expedition spread through the Union media like a wildfire. It was practically impossible not to see it. The Union stated there was going to be a mandatory draft. Something like that didn’t affect us, the Terran Alliance had already met their quota within a week after the draft announcement.
I was already a First Lieutenant in the Terran Alliance’s Army, so any draft already didn’t apply to me. It just meant the most likely scenario was our immediate deployment into no man's land. The Terran Alliance, or TA for short, wasted no time drawing up battle plans. While the rest of the Union drafted and trained their militaries, the Terran Alliance, along with the Luthal Commonwealth were set to launch a coordinated preemptive invasion on the Grim territories. Little is actually known about the Grim, other than the fact that they have the ability to consume us. They have some kind of technology that would allow them to drop us out of FTL in a moment's notice.
But I suppose I should start at the beginning of the battle, I’ll try my best to remember as much as I can. During the briefings we were given we were told we were about to take the planets most likely to be their outer worlds. Planet hopping a few of us even called it. The plan was derived from what the old United States did over a millennia ago in one of their major wars. But what most of us overlooked in the history books was how bloody those battles were.
The first mission would put us on a Grim planet you could say bordered the sol system, it was the closest habitable system to sol inside no mans land. The planet, we would later find out, the Grim called Drug. I'm not sure why the Grim gave one of their planets such a bland name but that was the least of our concerns. Our top priority was to eliminate all military assets on and around the planet. We would conduct orbital bombardment to soften up the anti-air defenses we knew had to be there, then we would drop in all sorts of assets. Tanks, armored vehicles, portable command centers, anything we should need in case of a long, drawn out war.
However, our first mistake was assuming we would make it to Drug easily. I know I mentioned we knew about the FTL disruptors, but the TA must've overlooked that key piece of intel. Hell, we all watched the video of Captain Hugh Adam’s crew. They experienced the FTL disruptors first and even warned us about them. Even the commons soldiers knew that.
I was in the mess hall when it happened, attempting to down what I speculated would be my last good meal for the foreseeable future. My closest friends in the service, Christian Newman, and Julian Smith sat across from me on the other side of the table. When the FTL disruptor hit us, there wasn’t much the Inertial dampeners could do to soften the blow. The table, along with myself, flipped over my two friends. I ended up landing on top of the table, which crushed them both. I rolled over, noticing I spilled some of my dinner on myself.
I quickly helped my friends push the table off of them, both of them rubbing parts of their body that the table must have hit. An alarm started blaring just in time for us to regain our sense of reality.
“That’s the battle sirens,” Julian spits out, “Bastards must have intercepted us, they must really not want us to make it to their planet.”
“Whatever, lets just head to the armory, I’ll fucking kill the bastard who made me spill my potatoes all over my uniform,” I mutter. We jog down to the armory and fit ourselves with our vests, knee guards, helmets, and our weapons of choice. Personally, I prefer a rifle, but Julian has always preferred the shotguns. Whenever we would go to the range to practice our shooting, he always boasted about how he puts bigger dents into the targets, especially at close range.
After I finish grabbing the last magazine of ammo I need, I have to push through a dozen other soldiers who need to grab their gear. I walk back out into the hallway, where Julian and Christian are already waiting for me, and secure my final magazine in my vest.
“All units, prepare for a Grim boarding party, I repeat, prepare for a Grim boarding party!” the loudspeaker shouts to all of us. “Grim forces are docking from airlock 3-C on the starboard side!”
Airlock 3-C? That should be right below us, I think to myself.
“Let's go,” Julian shouts to me and Christian. We follow him to the stairwell, where we can already hear intense gunfire.
“God damn it,” Christian says, “How the hell did they catch us with our pants down this far?”
“Relax,” Julian says, as we fly down the stairs. “Let's just focus on getting out of this alive.”
I open the door to the hallway, when we open it, one of our soldiers flies past us and lands hard on his back. When he landed, the three of us could clearly hear the snapping of some kind of bone in his body. The soldier shrieks out in pain. Christian quickly rushes to the soldier, while me and Julian turn our attention to the direction of the airlock.
There has to be two or three dozen Grim already on our ship, with several more barreling their way in. Several dead Grim soldiers blanket the floor in front of the airlock, their fellow soldiers walking over their bodies as if they couldn’t give a second thought about them.
I rest my rifle on a storage crate and begin to unload my ammo onto the Grim soldiers. I attempt to save several Terran soldiers who have gotten themselves cut off from retreating to us, but there is only so much I could do. I watch as one of the Grim appears to absorb one of our dead comrades. It's as if their skin opens up to allow the human into their body, and their body immediately breaks down everything. I put a bullet into the shoulder of one, missing the headshot that I was aiming for. Reinforcements pick off the remaining Grim soldiers from behind. Roughly two dozen soldiers stand on the other side of the dead Grim boarding party. Julian is the first one to point his shotgun in the storage room.
“Get the hell out here you bald headed piece of shit,” he shouts. The Grim soldier walks out with his hands above his head. Amazingly, the wound on his shoulder has healed.
“I shot you,” I shout, “Why the hell isn’t there a gunshot wound on your shoulder?”
The Grim soldier smiles, “It is the energy I stole from one of your pals, my body converts energy much faster this way, and the more energy I have, the quicker my body heals itself.
Julian shrugs, “Alright, let's test that out real quick,” he lowers his shotgun to the Grim’s knee, I grab the barrel of his gun and point it away.
“Relax, we captured one, we can’t go executing prisoners. Just detain him and help gather up our dead and wounded. Me and Christian will help board their ship. Clearly they underestimated us.”
Julian nods in agreement. Clearly watching our fellow soldiers getting eaten like slaughtered cattle was something that bothered him, hell it clearly bothered all of us. But it was clear he needed to process the situation on his own. I glance over to find the other soldiers had already abandoned us, all but two, who detain the Grim soldier while Julian watches.
“Christian,” I say, getting his attention, “me and you will catch up to our boarding party and back them up in the event they need it.” He gives me a nod and we head for the airlock.
The sheer smell of the Grim ship is overwhelming, we can smell it before we even reach the airlock. I quickly clear the airlock, even though Terran soldiers entered less than five minutes ago, we were taught never to assume an area is cleared unless we were the ones who personally cleared it. The other side of the airlock is dark. Given the Grim’s physical appearance, both their lack of body hair and pale body, I estimate the Grim must prefer dark environments. Me and Christian flip down our night vision goggles and enter the ship.
The hallways were probably three or four times the size of ours. It is clear from out initial observations the Grim must really appreciate personal space. We hear a couple of gunshots echo from the left side of the airlock, so we begin to make our way down towards the sound. We quickly pass few rooms, so far all of them appear to be storage rooms.
After another minute or so walking down the hallway, we catch up to the Terran group, who stand posted up aside from a large steel door.
“God damn it Dexter, we almost shot your ass, don't ever sneak up on us like that again,” Sergeant Morgan Chang states. “Several Grim soldiers are barricaded inside this room, the door is too thick for us to open it. What should we do?”
Since I am technically the highest ranking officer among us, It makes sense they would look to me, even if it did catch me off guard. “Honestly, depending how thick the door is, I say we weld their asses in there. But that probably isn’t the smartest tactical solution. Just use some C4 to blow the door in and we’ll just pick them off.”
The soldiers nod in agreement and begin deploying a large amount of C4 to the door. After they are finished, they hand Sergeant Chang the detonator. “These bitches are about to find out exactly why you dont fuck with us,” She says, then she squeezes the detonator, blowing the door inwards. Five pops from Chang’s soldiers, then silence. Myself and Chang enter the room last, with Christian keeping post outside, to inspect the damage.
Six Grim soldiers dead, which is odd because I only remember hearing five shots. “I thought I only heard five shots?” I ask Sergeant Chang.
“That is my fault,” one of her soldiers says with a smile. I look at the nameplate, which reads Fraizer. “They lined themselves up, so I guess one bullet went through both of their skulls,” he says.
After confirming all six Grim soldiers are dead, we move on. We still don’t know much about the layout of the Grim’s ship, but we ignore our ignorance and continue to make our way down the hallway. After another 100 feet or so, we reach the end of the hallway, only a secured door sits at the end of it. I sit back as Chang’s forces follow the same procedure from before to blow the door open.
This time, me and Christian sit back as they clear whatever is on the other side of that door. “Uh, Lieutenant,” I hear Chang’s voice shout, concerningly, “You might want to come take a look at this.”
I leave Christian behind as I enter the doorway. On the other side however, it appears to be some kind of holding center for prisoners. Blue light emits from the shield that holds its prisoners inside. I lift my goggles up to inspect the holding area. Four out of eight cells are in use, and the prisoners are all of the same species. The prisoners appear to be almost rat-like. They seem smaller than us humans, comparable in size to the Luthal.
“Who are you?” I ask one of the creatures, but get no response.
“I already tried that,” Chang replies, “They must not have neural-transmitters like we do, so we probably won't be able to speak with them, unless you have a portable translator device.”
“No, we don’t, we’ll have to get them back to our ship, I’m sure we have something back there,” I reply. “Free them, make sure you make no threatening gestures, if they struggle, then detain them. Our safety comes first, but just remember they are prisoners to a species that eats other creatures by touching them, so they are probably scared.”
Chang’s soldiers nod in agreement and begin smashing the controls to each cell, releasing the blue shield keeping them locked away in their cells. The frightened creatures follow us out of the holding cell.
“All Terran forces fall back to the LockHaven,” We hear over our radios. That order can only mean one of two things. Either the Grim are retreating, or we are. We secured the alien prisoners with cuffs, which I hated to watch Chang and her soldiers do, and began to head back onto the LockHaven. After securing the airlock, we watched the Grim ship disconnect from ours. Out the airlock’s window we could witness our ship and the Grim’s exchanged plasma fire. After we put a good distance between us and the Grim ship, dozens of missiles rocketed towards the Grim ship. The missiles collided in an explosion, leaving only debris where the ship once stood. I look around the space near us to see we were the last ones to ward off our boarding party. I don’t know if we all succeeded, but it definitely looks like we kept most of our fleet intact.
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We’re faced with an emptier week compared with previous ones, but the wait will be rewarded with one of the biggest races of the season awaiting us on Sunday: the Ronde van Vlaanderen, aka the second monument and the biggest of the Flemish races.

Race	M/W	Rank	<	M	T	W	T	F	S	S	>
Dwars door Vlaanderen ME	M	1.UWT				x
Dwars door Vlaanderen WE	W	1.Pro				x
Vuelta Bantrab	M	2.2				1	2	3	4	5
Route Adélie de Vitré	M	1.1						x
GP Miguel Indurain	M	1.Pro							x
Volta Limburg Classic	M	1.1							x
Tour of Thailand	M	2.1							1	2	(+4)
Ronde van Vlaanderen ME	M	1.UWT								x
Ronde van Vlaanderen WE	W	1.WWT								x
Trofeo Piva	M	1.2U								x

• Races in bold offer live coverage
• Races in italic span across multiple weeks
• R = Rest day

Ronde van Vlaanderen

Sunday’s Tour of Flanders is the second monument of the season, and undoubtedly one of the biggest classics of the year… if not the biggest! Especially for Belgian fans, it is considered a near-religious event. It’s a Flemish cobbled classic like the ones we’ve had in the past few weeks… but it’s longer (250 kms for the men, 150 kms for the women), tougher (16 cobbled sectors for the men, 10 for the women) and it has infinitely more prestige than any other race held in this area so far; sadly, it is also the last big Flemish classic, but this might add a layer of entertainment as it will be the last chance to leave a mark for riders who have failed to perform until now.
The men’s course starts in Brugge, and it takes 100 kms to reach the Flemish Ardennes area where all the cobbled sectors are found; the women’s race starts closer to the action, with the first cobbled sectors less than 50 kms into the course. Except for this, the two courses are rather similar and share several key points: the Koppenberg, a short but notoriously difficult cobbled climb coming with about 50 kms to go, and the Oude Kwaremont x Paterberg combo: these two iconic cobbled roads are tackled one after another near the end of the race, and from the Paterberg’s summit it’s a tense 13 kms-long run to the finish line in Oudenaarde. However, unlike- say- the Poggio in MSR, it’s such a tough race that the decisive move could come just about anywhere, so it’s well worth watching from far out.
In the men’s event, Mathieu van der Poel has been the absolute protagonist in recent years- winner in 2020, a close second in 2021 and winner again in 2022. Last year’s win came after a ballsy gamble- he was in front with Tadej Pogačar but the two nearly came to a standstill before the line, as neither wanted to tow the other to the line. This allowed the chasers to catch up with them… but MvdP still won the sprint at the end. In the women’s race, SD Worx (unsurprisingly) had strength in numbers, and this allowed Lotte Kopecky to bring some joy to the home crowds.

Dwars door Vlaanderen

The penultimate Flemish classic is Wednesday’s Dwars door Vlaanderen, whose name roughly translates to through Flanders. Compared to other Flemish classics, I’d argue it is a bit less coveted as it was a late addition to the men’s World Tour, and it isn’t even WT for the women; most of its prestige comes from its “last call before de Ronde” calendar spot… which it acquired in 2018, when organizers FlandersClassics successfully lobbied to oust the Three Days of De Panne from this privileged calendar spot.
DDV is a fairly standard Flemish race- it takes place in the area to the south of Gent- the same as Omloop Het Nieuwsblad, E3 Harelbeke and the Ronde van Vlaanderen- and it features 10 cobbled sectors for the men and 9 for the women. Most of them are in the last 50 kms, after the Knokteberg, a short, punchy hill which is often a pivotal point in this race. Mathieu van der Poel is (again) the defending champion in the men’s race, whereas the always cheerful Chiara Consonni won the women’s race last year.

Route Adélie de Vitré

At long last, the French calendar will finally reach Bretagne on Friday: as you may know, the region is one of the most passionate (if not THE most passionate) about the sport in the whole country, and it is set to host plenty of events throughout the year. As with most races held here, the Route Adélie takes place on mostly flat rural roads, although it is not necessarily a sprinters’ race: last year we had a tough edition of this event, marred by bad weather, and Cofidis’ Axel Zingle emerged victorious. Fun fact: this is probably the only race named after a brand of ice cream, made by one of the event’s main sponsors.

GP Miguel Induráin

If you prefer mountains to cobblestones, this is probably not the best week in the calendar for you: Saturday’s GP Miguel Induráin might be a much-needed fix. It is a one-day race held in Navarra, northern Spain, not far from where the Tour of the Basque Country will be held the following week.
The race is named after five-times TdF winner Induráin, who hails from this same region; he was regarded as a formidable “jack of all trades” kind of rider… and the course seems to reflect this: it has several short climbs and fast descents, so it can play out in many different ways. The course has been changed regularly in the past, but the 2023 course is largely similar to the one used for the past couple of years, with many short hills along the route and the last categorized climb, the Alto de Eraul, summiting with 10 kms to go. Warren Barguil won last year.
Fun fact: among past winners of GP Miguel Induráin, we can find Induráin himself, although the race had yet to be named after him.

Volta Limburg Classic

Saturday’s Volta Limburg Classic is a one-day race taking place in Limburg province, the southernmost part of the Netherlands, with some brief spillovers in Belgium too. Unlike the rest of the country, this area is quite hilly, and this race includes plenty of short climbs: it’s Amstel Gold Race territory, although this race’s course is easier overall. Despite its potential status as a prep race for the Ardennes classics, this race usually has a fairly low-tier startlist, with most classics-type riders and teams busy across the border- there will be four WT teams at the start. There’s a women’s race held alongside the men’s- albeit on a shorter circuit: despite sometimes having a better startlist than the men’s race, it is not part of the UCI calendar.
The race shouldn’t be confused with the Ronde van Limburg, a flatter race held across the border in Belgium… although coincidentially the two events had the same winner last year, Arnaud De Lie.

Tour of Thailand (stages 1-2)

The Covid-19 pandemic took a heavy toll on the Asian calendar over the past few seasons, and things are just now getting back to normal. There’s a race that never stopped, though: The Princess Maha Chakri Sirindhorns Cup Tour of Thailand… I hope you’ll forgive me if I call it Tour of Thailand for the sake of brevity.
The race begins on Saturday and is set to last six stages overall, after which a women’s race will begin. Unlike previous editions of this race, the stages won’t be concentrated to one small region within the country: the riders will move around, forming a crescent-moon-shaped loop to the north of Bangkok. There’s one thing that has not changed, though: the course of the race is largely completely flat except for a punchy climb next week. After the men’s race wraps up, a women’s race will take place too!
The race is ranked 2.1, meaning that WT teams could participate in theory… although in practice, not even ProTeams will be visiting here. Last year, Polish continental team HRE took part in this race, and took the overall with Alan Banaszek, now at HPH; this year, the startlist will be mostly made up of Asian teams with strong Belgian conti team Tarteletto the only visitor from elsewhere confirmed so far.

.2 races

• New exotic race alert? New exotic race alert! The Vuelta Bantrab is a new stage race in Guatemala, taking place from Wednesday to Sunday, and simply named after its main sponsor, a local bank. The five days will feature plenty of climbing and racing at altitude, with stages 1 and 4 looking the hardest on paper. The startlist is entirely made up of Latin American teams (most of them from the host country), but it will be worth keeping an eye on this race’s results as Colombia’s Team Medellín should bring both Oscar Sevilla and Superman López here!
• The only other .2 race this week is a U23 event, Sunday’s Trofeo Piva. It is the first of many events held in the Alpine foothills near Treviso, one of Italy’s cycling hotbeds, and it’s a fairly challenging event, as it course consists entirely of many laps of a hilly circuit, with a shorter, very steep climb right before the finish line. It is named after a local bank which was the event’s main sponsor for many years, and the name stuck even if said bank doesn’t exist anymore. The defending champion is Italian Martin Marcellusi, a second-year pro at Bardiani.

TV Guide

• GCN will provide live coverage for all the biggest races: Dwars door Vlaanderen (men and women), the Ronde van Vlaanderen, the Volta Limburg and the GP Miguel Indurain. In the US and Canada, the Flemish races should be on FloBikes, which has an exclusive deal with organizer FlandersClassics.
• The Route Adélie will receive a livestream on the organizers’ FB page.
• The Thai national broadcasting service will broadcast the Tour of Thailand live, including via internet livestreams.

Menopausal hormone therapy (MHT) is a type of treatment that is used to alleviate the symptoms of menopause. Menopause is a natural process that occurs in women as they age, typically starting in their late 40s or early 50s, where their ovaries stop producing estrogen and progesterone, two hormones that play important roles in the menstrual cycle and overall reproductive health.
As the levels of estrogen and progesterone decline, women may experience a range of symptoms including hot flashes, night sweats, vaginal dryness, mood changes, and sleep disturbances. MHT works by replacing these hormones with synthetic versions that can alleviate these symptoms.
MHT can come in various forms, including pills, patches, creams, and vaginal rings. The two main types of hormones used in MHT are estrogen and progesterone. Women who have had a hysterectomy (removal of the uterus) may only need estrogen therapy, while those who still have their uterus need a combination of estrogen and progesterone to reduce the risk of developing endometrial cancer.
While MHT can be highly effective in managing menopausal symptoms, it is not without risks. Studies have found that long-term use of MHT may increase the risk of certain health problems, such as breast cancer, heart disease, stroke, and blood clots. As a result, MHT is typically recommended for short-term use (usually less than five years) and at the lowest effective dose.
It is important for women to discuss their individual risks and benefits of MHT with their healthcare provider to determine if it is an appropriate treatment option for them. Women who have a history of breast cancer, blood clots, heart disease, or other medical conditions may not be good candidates for MHT.
Reference

1. The North American Menopause Society (NAMS) - a nonprofit organization dedicated to promoting women's health during midlife and beyond. Their website provides information on menopause and various treatment options, including MHT.
2. The American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists (ACOG) - a professional organization for OB-GYNs that provides patient education materials on a variety of women's health topics, including menopause and MHT.
3. The National Institute on Aging (NIA) - a government agency that provides information and resources on aging-related topics, including menopause and MHT.
4. The National Institutes of Health (NIH) - a government agency that conducts and supports research on various health topics, including menopause and MHT. Their website provides access to a wide range of scientific articles and studies on these topics.

I hope this helps!

TOP BEST ESSENTIAL OILS TO CALM CATS

strong smells are sensitive to cats. When using this essential oil, then careful. There is much essential oil for calming effects for cats. Cats are more sensitive than humans. Few oils can be toxic. Always before using essential oil for cats, consult with a veterinarian. Essential oils are helpful for cats calming.it is properly used for cats. Cats can be affected both positively and negatively by essential oils, which is why they should be used with care. Essential oils are extracted from plants; they have strong fragrances. This oil is extracted without adding chemicals. This made high-quality plant. There are much essential oil toxic for cats, so it is only to use oils safe for cats and no issue cats. Cats may also vary depending on size, weight, breed, age, and general health. Plant-derived scents in aromatherapy; many conditions can be treated with aromatherapy by using scents derived from plants. Cats are anxious, upset stomach, and then aromatherapy help with the problem. Essential oils are used for cats' stress and anxiety. Essential oils help with anxiety for cats. Cats and dogs prefer calming. Thunderstorms are fear for cats; essential oils are calm cats. You have used the best products for pets/. Pets are sensitive. ESSENTIAL OILS CAN PROVIDE CALMING SCENTS FOR CATS. Essential oils are the ability to calm cats. It has improved the mood of cats. It provides good sleep. some oils that should be avoided for cats are wintergreen, peppermint, lemon, tea tree, pine, eucalyptus, cinnamon, and several others. Essential oils are commonly used in aromatherapy. Essential oils are commonly used. This is widely used for various purposes, such as skincare, health care, and cosmetics. Essential oils are plant extracts.

ESSENTIAL OILS NOT SAFE FOR CATS

Cats owners always are anxiety these questions. Some oils are beneficial for cats, but many essential oils are not safe for cats. Always consult your veterinarian before using essential oils near or on your pet. In their pure and undiluted forms, essential oils can be dangerous to pets, especially cats, according to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA). If some of these oils are diluted appropriately and used cautiously, they are considered safe. If applied topically undiluted to your cat's skin, then this oil is toxic for cats. Some essential oils are more dangerous than other essential oils.

Here are some essential oils that are not safe for cats and other pets.

· Bergamot

· Tea tree oil
· Clove
· Clary sage
· Cinnamon
· Lemon
· Thyme
· Sandalwood
· Peppermint
· Ylang ylang
· Wintergreen
· Oregano
· Pine

ESSENTIAL OILS BENEFITS FOR CATS

more essential oils possess anti-inflammatory properties .it assists with various inflammatory conditions in cats. Certain oils may be suitable for cats that suffer from conditions such as arthritis or for areas of the body that are painful and inflamed, such as bruises and injuries. Frankincense essential oil is a potent anti-inflammatory agent that can aid in reducing inflammation and pain when diluted. Some cats have discovered that insect-repelling essential oils such as cedarwood and rosemary can be used to repel ticks and fleas. Essential oils that are safe for cats .essential oils have antimicrobial, antibacterial and antifungal properties .it. It could assist in the treatment of infections. Essential oils can provide great benefits for cats when used properly. Essential oils before using dilute to harness their medicinal and therapeutic properties. Here are some benefits of using essential oils for cats:
Essential oils are full of anti-inflammatory properties. It is effective in reducing inflammation in cats. Cats suffering from arthritis or joint pains can benefit from essential oils. Certain injuries cause inflammation, and essential oils help reduce it. Frankincense essential oil is the best for reducing inflammation due to its anti-inflammatory properties.
Fleas can cause discomfort for cats. Some essential oils act as tick and flea repellents. It's crucial to identify essential oils that have a less negative impact on cats and can help them get rid of ticks and fleas. Cedarwood essential oil is a gentle oil that can eliminate ticks and fleas.
Essential oils have antibacterial, antifungal, antimicrobial, and antiseptic properties; .it help treats infections effectively.

6 BEST ESSENTIAL OILS FOR CATS

essential oils are extracted from a plant. Essential oils are many uses, like aromatherapy, cosmetics and other products. Some essential oils are good health for cats. Cats are sensitive, and you must select the right essential oils. Some best essential oils for cats are the following:

1. LEVENDER ESSENTIAL OIL

Lavender essential oil have anti-inflammatory, anti agning, and anti- depresent properties. It can be helpful for cats.it is helpful for cats who are experiencing stress or anxiety. They are sensitive to humans. Essential oil. Use a high-quality pure. Some essential oils are adulterated, which can be harmful to cats. It uses pure organic lavender essential oil. Essential oil dilutes with a carrier oil before using it. Essential oils are highly concentrated. It can be too strong for cats. Cats have a strong sense of smell. Essential oils Don't apply directly to your cat's fur or skin. Cats are sensitive to essential oils when applied topically. So it's best to avoid direct contact. Look for a pet-specific product that has been formulated for use on animals. Some cats may still be sensitive to lavender essential oil. Watch for signs of discomfort, such as excessive grooming or scratching, and discontinue use if your cat shows any irritation. Lavender essential oil can be a helpful tool for calming cats, but it is important to use it cautiously.it is always your cat's safety and well-being. Lavender oil has calming properties and a decent scent.it is not disturbing your cat, but your cat feels calm. It has antibacterial, anti-inflammatory, and antioxidant properties .it can be used as an insect repellant. It is used to treat fleas and ticks on cats. Always purchase a pure essential oil, .especially when using it for your pets. Lavender Essential Oil is used calming to humans, cats, and dogs. Lavender oil is used to calm your cat. Lavender is famous for its calming and soothing effects on humans.

2. CHAMOMILE OIL

Chamomile essential oil is popular for calming cats. It has natural sedative properties. It helps to soothe anxiety and promote relaxation. Essential oil is high-quality and pure. Choosing a reputable brand that uses pure, organic chamomile essential oil is important. Essential oil is mixed with carrier oil before using it. Essential oils are potent and can be too strong for cats. Mix a few drops of chamomile essential oil with a carrier oil. Use a diffuser to disperse the scent. A diffuser is an effective way to disperse the scent of chamomile essential oil throughout a room. Follow the manufacturer's instructions for use, and be mindful of the concentration of the scent. Essential oils do not directly apply to your cat's skin. Essential oils can be toxic to cats. Chamomile essential oil to avoid directly applying to your cat's skin or fur. Chamomile essential oil is generally considered safe for cats; discontinue use immediately if you notice any discomfort or distress. Chamomile essential oil is used to calm cats.
It is experiencing stress, anxiety, or nervousness. Chamomile essential oil Choose a high-quality pure. This essential oil is safe for pets. Chamomile oil is not adulterated. Always purchase essential oil. Please best choose bran and oil. Chamomile essential oil is diluted with carrier oil before use. Essential oils are highly and it too strong for cats. Before using chamomile oil, observe your cats. Some cats are sensitive to essential oils. Don't use the oil If your cat shows any irritation or discomfort. The essential oil of chamomile can help calm cats, but it's important to use it safely and with caution to ensure your cat's safety. Roman chamomile oil is one of the best oils for cats.it is prone to cats' anxiety and stress; This oil is good for very reactive or jumpy cats. Roman chamomile can be diffused to treat upset stomachs and soothe them.

3. FRANKINCENSE ESSENTIAL OIL

frankincense essential oil has many potential health benefits for humans.it is limited research on its effects on cats. It's important to exercise caution when using frankincense oil around cats, as some oils can be toxic to felines. It's important to dilute the oil and use only a small amount around cats. It has properties that help the health of cats. It can also help boost the immune system of cats. Frankincense essential oil helps calm the cats. Frankincense essential oil is used for diluting it with carrier oil or water. Frankincense Essential Oil is a known cancer fighter and is no different for cats. Frankincense is great for fighting off germs and supporting immunity. Frankincense oil has a calming effect. It is properly diluted before application. It is important to use essential oils around pets with caution since some oils calm cats. Some essential oils can be toxic and cause adverse reactions in cats. Choose oils that are safe for cats and use them in moderation if you want to use essential oils to calm your cat. Essential oils such as lavender, chamomile, and valerian may have a calming effect on cats. In a well-ventilated area, diluting the essential oils with a carrier oil before using them is important. When using essential oils, your cat should also be closely monitored for any signs of discomfort or adverse reactions. Sneezing, coughing, or vomiting may indicate discomfort, so stop using the essential oils immediately and contact your veterinarian.

4. CEDARWOOD ESSENTIAL OIL

Cedarwood essential oil is used to calm cats .it has a calming effect on their nervous system. It's important to be cautious when using cedarwood oil around cats. Before using an essential oil, talking to your veterinarian is important. If using oil, any sign or irritation, then stop using the oil. It can be toxic and potentially harmful to their health, which can cause neurological problems and liver damage if used in large amounts. Always use essential oils for any pets; please consult the veterinarian before using oil mix with any carrier oil. Cedarwood essential oil is best for cats. It is a very grounding essential oil. This is also a calming essential oil. Cedarwood essential oil is used in aromatherapy for relaxation and calmness. It is limited research on its effects on cats. According to certain sources, cedarwood oil may be toxic to cats, particularly if ingested. The scent of cedarwood oil may harm cats, causing anxiety or stress rather than relaxation. You should seek advice from a veterinarian before using cedarwood or any essential oils around cats.

5. HELICHRYSUM ESSENTIAL OIL

Helichrysum essential oil is obtained from the flowers of the Helichrysum plant. It is known for its healing and soothing properties. Specifically, on cats, it is generally considered safe for use on felines when used in moderation and under the guidance of a veterinarian. Helichrysum oil has been shown to have anti-inflammatory and analgesic properties. It can help reduce pain and inflammation in cats. It may also have a calming effect on cats and help alleviate stress and anxiety. It's important to dilute the oil and only use a small amount. If your cat shows discomfort or irritation after using Helichrysum oil, stop using it immediately and contact your veterinarian. Helichrysum essential oil is not a commonly used essential oil for cats. Helichrysum oil may have calming properties and help reduce cat stress and anxiety.

6. COPAIBA ESSENTIAL OIL

Copaiba essential oil is obtained from the resin of the copaiba tree, which is native to South America. It has been used for centuries in traditional medicine to treat various ailments, including pain, inflammation, and respiratory problems. Copaiba oil has become a natural remedy for various conditions, including anxiety and stress. Some people believe that copaiba oil has calming properties that can help reduce stress and promote relaxation. It may have anti-inflammatory and analgesic properties that could be beneficial for promoting overall well-being. Copaiba oil is not commonly used as an essential oil for cats, and there is limited research on its effects on felines. As with any essential oil, it's essential to be cautious when using copaiba oil around cats and consult a veterinarian. Copaiba oil may have calming properties and help reduce cat stress and anxiety. Essential oils mix with a carrier oil and only use a small amount. Your cat discontinues use if any discomfort or irritation is observed.

SIDE EFFECTS ESSENTIAL OILS FOR CATS

essential oils can have calming effects on cats, but there are still potential side effects. Some of the potential side effects of essential oils for calming cats include:
· Skin irritation: Essential oils can irritate a cat's skin, causing itching, redness, and inflammation. Applying essential oils and carrier oil to the cat's skin can help reduce the risk of skin irritation.
· Respiratory issues: Some essential oils can cause respiratory distress.
· Allergic reactions: Some cats may be allergic to certain essential oils, even if they have been diluted properly. Symptoms of an allergic reaction may include sneezing, coughing, and difficulty breathing. It's essential to observe the cat's behaviour after using essential oils and to discontinue use if any negative behavioural changes or signs of discomfort are observed. It's also important to consult with a veterinarian before using essential oils around cats to ensure their safety and to use caution when introducing new oils. Using only high-quality, pure essential oils and diluting them properly can also help reduce the risk of side effects. Essential oils can have side effects on cats; caution should be exercised when using them.

· Toxicity:

Some essential oils are toxic to cats and can cause serious health problems, including liver damage, seizures, and respiratory distress. Examples of essential oils that are toxic to cats include tea tree oil, eucalyptus oil, and citrus oils. It is suggested to consult with a veterinarian before using essential oils around cats to ensure their safety and to use caution .it to use only high-quality, pure essential oils and dilute them properly before using them on or around cats. Essential oils around pets, it is crucial to be aware of the potential side effects and take necessary precautions. This is especially important for cats, who are highly sensitive to essential oils. Even if an essential oil is safe for cats, there are risks of potential side effects, such as muscle stiffness, dizziness, drooling, fatigue, weakness, difficulty breathing, or vomiting. It's important to follow certain precautionary measures. If your cat displays any of the signs mentioned above, it is recommended to stop using essential oils and seek expert advice immediately. When purchasing cat-friendly essential oils, choosing 100% pure, natural, and organic essential oils is best. Essential oils can be safely used to promote relaxation and calmness in cats. Consultation with a veterinarian can also help ensure the safe use of essential oils around cats.

ESSENTIAL OIL USED FOR CATS

Diffusing

Diffusing cat-safe essential oils releases minute particles of essential oils in the air, which cats can inhale. It is important to avoid using excessive amounts of essential oils in diffusers when around cats, as it can cause irritation and potential liver damage. It is suggested to monitor your cat's behaviour for any changes when using essential oils. To promote calmness in cats, it's best to use essential oils known for their calming properties. Diffusing essential oils is considered the safest method for using them around cats. However, it is important to ensure that cats are not near the diffuser. Essential oil diffusers can safely and effectively promote relaxation in cats.

Topical Application

Essential oils can be topically applied after diluting them with a carrier oil. You can dilute one drop of essential oil in 2 tablespoons of carrier oil .essential oils completely around your cats and dogs. Avoid using toxic. Essential oils Never apply near a cat’s eyes, nose or mouth. Nor should you let cats ingest oils. Watch your cat for any signs of toxicity, including lethargy, watering eyes, itching, vomiting, drooling, or lack of coordination. It will cause pets to ingest a small amount of the oil, which could harm them. Essential oils Never apply undiluted directly to your cat’s fur or skin. The essential oils can be used in conjunction with each other or alternated. Essential oils are great for helping your animal with various issues that cause them anxiety. Do a patch test. Always dilute essential oil mix with carrier oils.

PRECAUTIONS

If you watch symptoms of essential oil poisoning in your cats, immediately stop using essential oils, bathe your cat and consult a vet. Seek expert advice before using essential oils for senior cats. If your cat is breastfeeding or pregnant, essential oils should not be used around your cat. Avoid using essential oils for cats with pre-existing respiratory or health issues, as it might further worsen the situation. Identify the essential oils toxic to cats. Try to use essential oils at home that are safe for cats, dogs, or any other pets you have.

CONCLUSION

Essential oils are famous therapeutic properties. It is an excellent option to keep essential oils in your home as they can come in handy for different skin and health conditions. There are certain essential oils bad for cats and should be avoided. Essential oils do not directly affect your cat's fur, as it is unsafe for your cat. Essential oils are a natural and effective way to promote calmness and relaxation in cats. Essential oils around cats as they are highly sensitive animals. Before using any essential oils on your cat, Consult a veterinarian.it is sure to choose 100% pure, natural, and organic essential oils that are known to be safe for cats. When using essential oils, monitor your cat's behaviour for any signs of discomfort or adverse reactions. With proper research and caution, essential oils can be useful for promoting relaxation and calmness in cats.

Hi! This is the first post in what I hope to be (about) a 7 part series following the adventures of a human destroyer with a crew who was not trained for diplomacy becoming the last chance for peace between two alien species who aren’t very happy that their first contact with humanity is a purpose-built warship blundering into their space. Kida sorta. This is my first time writing anything like this, or really anything at all for public viewership, so feedback is welcome!
This is the prologue, the framing sequence is kinda vague here, this is mostly just to set up the main cast of this show and the titular gunboat, the UNS Crazy Train, so apologies if it drags a bit in a couple places, but I figured it’d be best to exposit now and focus on a more character driven story later (unless y'all really like exposition). Future chapters will probably use the memory transcription framing sequence, the next one will for sure, but I'm not great at writing in first person, so it depends after that. I’m aiming for one post a week, but IRL may have other plans for me.
Credit to u/SpacePaladin15 for his original series, The Nature of Predators, It is very good! Read it if you haven’t because, 1:why are you on the NoP subreddit without reading NoP? Silly. And 2:None of this will probably make sense unless you already know a good chunk of NoP’s plot.
I started working on this before part 98 came out, but this story is not set in the primary canon, so effectively that's about where it diverges from the normal timeline. I'll do my best to avoid contradicting lore from before 99 wherever possible!
That's enough introduction, on with the prologue!

Historical Record: July 12th, 2137
“Captain Krenshaw?”
The captain didn’t look up from his datapad, beckoning the visitor into his office. Probably just another new batch of paperwork for me to sign. While he was enthusiastic about captaining the UNS Crazy Train, the first in the UN’s new class of siege-breaker destroyers, he hadn’t anticipated the amount of documents he would have to sign and submit before. Liability waivers for every new piece of equipment on board, confirmations of deliveries of a dozen different ammo types, and signing the admittance documents for every one of the six hundred and thirty souls on board. Maybe the engineers have a new type of wrench they need approval to distribute to the workstations, he thought with a rueful smile.
The ship had been scheduled to launch five days prior, but the fueling shuttle had somehow brought fuel rods half again too long to fit in the reactor, and so the geniuses in engineering had figured out a way to cut them down to size. It was faster than waiting for replacements, but by no means a fast process, and some logistician had decided to take advantage of the ship sitting in dry dock above Mars and managed to add thirty tons of cargo to the manifest.
“The last of the ammunition has been loaded, we have one last matter to attend to before we are cleared for cast off.” The visitor said while handing him a clipboard.
The captain stood, recognizing the voice of Commander Wilson, his second in command and long time friend. If the commander was hand-delivering a hard copy, this must be an important piece of cargo. A cursory reading of the document proved him right, much to his consternation.
“We’re transporting war criminals now, Hanah? I thought four hundred incendiary bombs for the Fissan’s new “terraforming” project was a bit much, Lieutenant Kiref was already complaining about how he wouldn’t get any time to train with his marines with all this guard duty, and now he’s going to have to have to incorporate at least ten people into prisoner watch.”
Wilson shrugged. “I tried to argue with them, but apparently these criminals need to be delivered to the Venlil High Courts pronto. UN command wants any Arxur sympathetic to our cause to know that we don’t use exterminator tactics on defectors.”
Krenshaw sighed, “Great, just what I need to be worried about, racist pyromaniacs on a ship packed to the brim with napalm charges. I suppose I should go and talk to them before we set off, acceptable conduct and all that.” He rolled his eyes. “We’re ready to go other than that?”
Wilson nodded, and Krenshaw followed her out of his office, leaving her in the battle bridge to make final preparations, while the captain got in a lift down to the dock connecting them to the Martian Shipyards.
As he passed the levels, he again marveled at the warship he was now in command of. The Crazy Train was not a particularly large ship, coming in at just under half a klick long and a quarter of that in width and an eighth in height, but the armor made her literally second to none. While the lower half of her twin hulls were armored comparably to any other human warship, the top halves were covered and connected by a series of armor plates collectively thicker than the wingspan of Earth’s largest fighter, not even including spacing. In order to account for her massive weight, the four primary propulsion thrusters (one at the front and rear of each hull) could rotate to face straight down for atmospheric flight.
Her design had been the result of information gleaned during the UN Shadow Fleet’s marauding attack through Chief Hunter Shaza’s sector, notably the complete lack of any anti-capital ship weapons on the surface of any of the Arxur cattle worlds. A conversation with some of the Arxur sympathetic to humanity, and interrogation of one of the cattle farm overseers revealed the reason: apparently, about sixty years ago a cattle world had been drained of guards for another all-out attack, leaving just under one hundred Arxur in charge of roughly three thousand Mazics. One stampede later, and the Arxur had lost control of the farm and all of its anti-starship heavy plasma railguns. The facility was removed with antimatter bombs, but over a hundred bombers were lost in an operation that, had the guns not been operational, could have been handled by three or four. Rather than rework their entire military strategy to rely on smaller, more flexible forces that didn’t require reducing entire galactic sectors to skeleton crews, the Arxur just moved all the heavy guns to orbital installations.
As a result, the UN commissioned three new classes of warship under “Project Rustler,” with the objective of creating purpose-built warships for eliminating orbital defense platforms and liberating cattle farms. The designers of the Crazy Train had come up with the quintessentially human tactic of building a ship so heavily armored and with such powerful engines that she could hard burn past the platforms, dumping dozens of boarding torpedoes and enough countermeasures to cloak a small fleet in her wake, hover above the farm, drop the onboard detachment of marines to the surface, rescue as many cattle as possible, and escape virtually unharmed due to the upper armor plate being thick enough to take dozens of shots that would split a larger ship in two in stride.
Captain Krenshaw’s musings were interrupted by the bell indicating someone else was getting on the lift. The doors slid open, and the massive form of an Arxur blocked the doorway before quickly ducking inside the elevator.
“Mornin’ Captain” growled Lieutenant Kiref, crouching slightly to avoid whacking his head on the seven foot tall ceiling. “I’m heading down to the docks to take delivery of that batch of prisoners. Where are you headed?”
“Same place actually, I figured you might need some help.”
The Lieutenant waved his tail to indicate his skepticism. “Captain, I am more than capable of taking delivery of three Venlil, who are already cuffed. If they are that heavy, I can requisition some marines to help drag their bodies to their cells after they faint. Why are we hauling prisoners anyway? The version of the orders I got were blocked out.”
“Kiref, these are war criminals, exterminators deployed with the UN army on an Arxur scientific research base.”
Kiref cut in, “Well at least they should be accustomed to seeing sentient predator species then, shouldn’t that make them easier to handle?”---”Sir?” quickly correcting his mistake. Captain Krenshaw is tolerant of a lack of decorum, but I really need to get the hang of these human honorifics for the next time I have to justify my service to some admiral Kiref internally chastised himself.
“They were found by their commanding officer after having burned several defectors to death, so I think fainting is nowhere near the worst situation we could have.” Kiref’s yellow slitted eyes went wide, then narrowed with anger. “What’s more, there was another defector who was still on fire, and survived, so this will definitely go public. The UN wanted to try the exterminators at the Hague, make sure everybody else knows that’s not how humanity treats defectors and POWs, but Tarva insisted that they be tried on Venlil Prime. The UN wants to announce the trial before the story breaks, so the prisoners are taking the next ship to Venlil Prime, which is us.”
“Thanks for the heads up, and glad to know the ship’s leaving soon.” The captain nodded in agreement to the last sentiment, as the doors to the lift opened, revealing the ready deck, which was supposed to be kept clear for troops and equipment for planetary landings, but which was currently packed to the brim with shipping containers full of napalm and canned fruit. The pair made their way through the labyrinth to the airlock connecting the Crazy Train to the dock, Kiref taking note of the lack of any dropships within the hangar.
“Captain, has there been any word on when we will be taking on any landing vessels, and of what type they may be? I was hoping to run disembarkation drills with the landing party.”
“Some new Nevok design they don’t want to be sending the schematics over long range broadcast, probably a good idea given how poor the cybersecurity on those old Fed transmitters is.” The captain replied, with a chuckle at the last part. “You should have at least some time to train on the way to the rest of the fleet. I understand you had planned on using the ready deck to train for surface combat, but since that isn’t an option, I’ll set aside the living quarters and sickbay for the freed prisoners as a simulation for boarding actions.”
Kiref swung his tail in a gesture of appreciation. “I thank you for your consideration sir. I will make sure my men will be capable of securing any ship in the Dominion or Federation within less than a half an hour after boarding.”
Stepping through the airlock, the pair walked onto the dock, which was as large as a highway, and populated sparsely by crewmen loading the last few containers and a squad of marines who snapped to attention as the two officers walked passed. Sticking out like a sore thumb among all the sailors were three of the baldest looking Venlil either man had ever seen seated in benches a little way down the dock, flanked by four uncomfortable looking guards in UNMP uniforms. Upon seeing the alien’s strange haircuts, Kiref glanced quizzically at his commanding officer, who just muttered “exterminators” in response, causing Kiref to roll his eyes. The exterminators were wearing hand (or paw) cuffs clearly designed for someone much larger than them, and The lead exterminator, judging by the insignia pinned to his fire-resistant uniform, glared at Kiref with a look that betrayed not so much fear as anger and disgust.
As Captain Krenshaw began signing over custody of the prisoners, the lead exterminator let out a yell. “Hey human! You know you got a monster in your crew?” The captain put down his pen and turned to face the Venlil, a terrifying look in his eye that made the other two Venlil back down. The leader carried on, oblivious “We could take care of it for you! That thing’s a danger to anybody on board, at least get your chief of security to confine it to a cell!”
Lieutenant Kiref snapped his eyes over to the Venlil, and unsheathed his claws, causing the exterminator to take an involuntary step back. “I’m sorry prisoner,” said the Arxur, his every syllable dripping with venom “I didn’t quite hear you, would you care to repeat that?”
The captain jumped between the two aliens. “THAT’S ENOUGH!”
“Look, human, that thing-”
“I SAID ENOUGH. For future reference, his name is Lieutenant Kiref, not ‘it,’ mine is Captain Krenshaw, not ‘human,’ and as commander of my ship’s marine detachment, he is the security chief. You are under his charge for the duration of our voyage, so I suggest you treat him with the respect he is due.” The captain turned to the Lieutenant. “Take these war criminals to the brig. You know the handbook on prisoner transport inside and out, I trust you will have no problem keeping them confined?”
“None whatsoever” said Kiref, grinning at the now cowering Venlil. He motioned for two marines who were coming back from the interior of the shipyard, and the three of them escorted the cuffed Venlil into the bowels of the ship.
The captain sighed and turned back to the four military police officers, and finished filling out the clipboard before handing it back to the officer who had given it to him.
“Safe travels, captain, and good luck” The man said.
“Thanks, we’ll definitely need it.” Captain Krenshaw turned and began calling over his radio to the crew, “Alright, seal all airlocks, disconnect all umbilicals and prepare to release docking clamps, we will be underway within the hour.”
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The ship wasn’t under way for very long.
The UNS Crazy Train exited hyperdrive about four lightyears from the edge of the Sol system, just over a day and a half after departure in a patch of seemingly uninteresting space. Captain Krenshaw ran onto the bridge, disheveled but attempting to put on a professional face, buttoning the last button on his jacket. “What’s the status?” This was a charted area of space, if there had been an asteroid or large space rock,it should have been marked on the map, and the only other plausible option was an enemy fleet, which seemed absent.
Commander Wilson turned at his entrance, vacating the command chair “We’re not sure what it is, the automated navigator detected an absurdly large object in our path, but only picked it up at the last second, and was able to break us out of FTL within just forty klicks of the object. Scanner Officer Casey is investigating now, but we haven’t seen anything since going sunlight.”
The captain took a seat and looked over at the sensor station. “Any ideas yet Caysey?” Officer Casey was by far both the youngest and least experienced member of the Crazy Train’s bridge crew, but Krenshaw was somewhat concerned with the Dossur’s ability to perform his duties under stress. He had been diagnosed with “predator disease” which manifested as an extreme lack of fear response, which meant that he was capable of exchanging small talk over lunch with Kiref for three whole minutes before fainting. Krenshaw had been assured multiple times that the diminutive officer would be just fine in performing his duties as long as the enemies stayed on the other side of a screen, and the Dossur’s natural extremely fast reflexes proved Caysey was adept at identifying and distinguishing targets, so the captain was hopeful, if a bit cautious.
Caysey looked up from his screen, his field of view severely limited by his blinders. “Captain, the only thing that could have blipped into and immediately out of sensor range that fast was another ship passing dangerously close without announcing it’s heading, headed inbound for Earth.”
“An invasion fleet perhaps? Should we turn around?”
“I don’t think so, It would have skipped in front of us for a fraction of a second. The object was detected for over a second, at the speeds we’re talking about, in order to do that the ship would have to be literally light-seconds long, and wide too given the distance this thing seems to stretch on to the sides” The scanner officer looked back to his panel and took several deep breaths before continuing. “I think sensor error is the more likely option. Possibly also some sort of energy field orbiting a local sun at superluminal speeds, but that’s not supported by any scientific theories I know of,” Caysey hastily added.
“I think we’ll avoid examination of theoretical physics for now, drop a beacon and we’ll see if anyone wants to send out a science ship later, helm, continue at sunlight speeds until we clear this field.” The captain said, relaxing a bit. We were needed at the front weeks ago, every day we aren’t there, more people die in Arxur farms.
The ship slowly trundled forwards at sunlight speeds for a few minutes, all eyes were looking at their instruments. The bow punched into the zone, the bridge crew collectively taking deep breaths.
“We should be clear in twenty seconds” Wilson called out.
The whole ship was in the space where the disturbance had been now.
“Fifteen seconds…”
No objects on scanners within the collision warning perimeter
“Ten seconds…”
The bow had reached the far side.
“Five…”
With one and a half seconds to go, Caysey yelled out “WAIT-” but it was too late. Within half a second the entirety of the UNS Crazy Train was engulfed in a bizarre energy field. The standard lighting on the bridge cut out and the emergency bulbs burst from the power surge, plunging the ship into total darkness. The ship rocked violently as the engines gimbaled in random directions. Faster than even the Dossur could react, every electrical system on the ship was flooded with power levels dozens of times higher than what they had been designed to handle. The helmsman screamed as his hands were electrified by the absurd amperage traveling through the ship’s wheel. The ship's reactors tripped, dropping the control rods within another half second, triggering warnings on every panel on the engineering decks.
Within another second the energy had passed, leaving the Crazy Train drifting lifeless in deep space. The turbines slowly winding down triggered the emergency batteries to connect to the ships power, keeping the remaining systems functional, for now. The backup computer activated, rerouting power through backup conduits wherever possible, and developing a list of what needed to be replaced.
Captain Krenshaw was the first to get to his feet. “Is anyone injured?”
“Helmsman Jones' hands are burned pretty badly, should I escort him to sickbay?” said Commander Wilson, helping the injured man to his feet.
“Please do, then help Dr. Mulvan get a triage going.” The captain replied. “Is there anything on scanners, Caysey?
“No s-sir” panted Caysey slowly getting to his fleet. “I should be able to check the beacon we dropped just before we entered the field.” The Dossur was quiet for several seconds. “Sir our comms and scanners may be more damaged than the computer says, I can’t even establish that the beacon is there. Should I launch another?”
“If we have that functionality, then do so. It seems your superluminal energy field hypothesis may have some merit after all” replied the captain, still a bit shaken.
Caysey punched a few buttons before frowning. “The next beacon is launched, and it’s meeting all expected readings. It’s like the other probe just disappeared.”
Krenshaw didn’t give it much thought, contacting engineering to see when the situation on damage control was. The damage turned out to have been mostly superficial or to redundant components, mainly to lighting systems and some CIWS targeting systems. All things that could be replaced in-flight or swapped out quickly at the next port. The only crucial component the ship was missing was the long range communications array, leading to the captain's decision to continue on towards Venlil Prime. At least they have an approach vector lined up for us, we would be cruising into extremely heavy traffic with no comms and dodgy sensors if we head back to Earth. So much for a peaceful maiden voyage, although at least it’s not the worst thing that could have happened...

Thanks for reading, it means a lot! Again, thanks to SpacePaladin15 as well! Hope to see y'all next time on Gunboat Diplomacy!
(also did anybody else know disembarkation was the proper word? I just kinda assumed it was disembarkment until google and spellcheck corrected me)

If you're looking for a way to help a loved one with sensory processing issues, you may have heard about sensory integration therapy. This type of therapy is designed to help individuals who struggle to process and respond to sensory information in a typical way. If you're located in Jaipur, you might be wondering where to find the best sensory integration therapy services. With so many options available, it can be overwhelming to know where to start. That's why we've put together this guide to help you find the best sensory integration therapy in Jaipur. Whether you're looking for individual therapy sessions, group classes, or a combination of both, we'll provide you with the information you need to make an informed decision. Let's dive in and explore the options available to you in Jaipur!

Understanding Sensory Integration Therapy

Sensory integration therapy is a type of therapy that helps individuals who struggle with sensory processing issues. Sensory processing refers to the way the brain receives, organizes, and makes sense of sensory information from the environment. For individuals with sensory processing issues, this information can be overwhelming, leading to difficulties with motor skills, behavior, and emotional regulation. Sensory integration therapy is designed to help individuals develop the skills to process and respond to sensory information in a more typical way. There are many different approaches to sensory integration therapy, including individual therapy sessions, group classes, and a combination of both. Some therapists may use a sensory gym or other specialized equipment to help individuals develop the skills they need to process sensory information more effectively. Others may focus more on developing coping strategies and techniques that individuals can use in their everyday lives. It's important to note that sensory integration therapy is not a one-size-fits-all approach. The therapy should be tailored to the individual's specific needs and goals. So, finding the right therapist is crucial to getting the most out of sensory integration therapy.

Why is Finding the Right Therapist Important?

Finding the right therapist is important for several reasons. First, sensory integration therapy is a complex and specialized form of therapy. It requires a therapist with extensive knowledge and experience in the field. Second, the therapy should be tailored to the individual's specific needs and goals. This requires a therapist who is skilled at assessing and understanding the individual's unique sensory processing issues. Finally, the therapist should be able to create a safe and supportive environment for the individual to explore and develop their sensory integration skills. Without the right therapist, sensory integration therapy may not be effective, or worse, it could be harmful. That's why it's so important to take the time to find the best therapist for your loved one's needs.

Factors to Consider When Searching for the Best Sensory Integration Therapy in Jaipur

When searching for the best sensory integration therapy in Jaipur, there are several factors to consider. Here are some of the most important:

Researching Potential Therapy Centers and Therapists

The first step in finding the best sensory integration therapy in Jaipur is to research potential therapy centers and therapists. You can start by searching online for sensory integration therapy providers in Jaipur. Look for therapists who specialize in sensory integration therapy and have experience working with individuals who have similar needs to your loved one. You can also ask for recommendations from your doctor, other healthcare professionals, or support groups. Once you have a list of potential therapy centers and therapists, take the time to research each one. Look for information about their qualifications, experience, and approach to therapy.

Questions to Ask During the Initial Consultation

Once you have narrowed down your list of potential therapy centers and therapists, the next step is to schedule an initial consultation. During this consultation, you'll have the opportunity to meet with the therapist and ask any questions you may have. Be sure to ask about their qualifications and experience in sensory integration therapy. You should also ask about their approach to therapy and how they will tailor the therapy to meet your loved one's specific needs. Ask about the therapist's availability and whether they offer individual therapy sessions, group classes, or a combination of both. Finally, ask about the cost of therapy and whether they accept insurance.

Evaluating the Therapist's Qualifications and Experience

When evaluating potential therapists, it's important to look for someone who has the qualifications and experience needed to provide effective sensory integration therapy. Look for therapists who have a degree in occupational therapy, speech therapy, or another related field. You should also look for therapists who have specialized training and experience in sensory integration therapy. Look for therapists who have completed continuing education courses or certifications in the field. Finally, look for therapists who have experience working with individuals who have similar needs to your loved one.

Observing Therapy Sessions

Another way to evaluate potential therapists is to observe therapy sessions. Some therapists may allow you to observe a therapy session before deciding to work with them. This can give you a sense of their approach to therapy and how they work with their clients. During the therapy session, pay attention to how the therapist interacts with your loved one. Look for someone who is patient, supportive, and encouraging. Look for someone who is able to tailor the therapy to meet your loved one's specific needs.

Feedback and Reviews from Previous Clients

Finally, it's important to look for feedback and reviews from previous clients when evaluating potential therapists. Look for online reviews or ask the therapist for references. Talk to other parents or caregivers who have worked with the therapist to get their perspective. Pay attention to what previous clients have to say about the therapist's qualifications, experience, and approach to therapy. Look for someone who has a track record of providing effective sensory integration therapy.

Cost and Insurance Considerations

Finally, it's important to consider the cost of therapy and whether the therapist accepts insurance. Sensory integration therapy can be expensive, and it's important to find a therapist who is affordable for your family. Check with your insurance provider to see if they cover sensory integration therapy. If not, ask the therapist about their fee schedule and whether they offer any discounts or sliding scale fees.

Conclusion and Final Thoughts on Finding the Best Sensory Integration Therapy in Jaipur

Finding the best sensory integration therapy in Jaipur can be a daunting task. But with the right information and resources, you can make an informed decision and find a therapist who can help your loved one develop the skills they need to process sensory information more effectively. Remember to take the time to research potential therapy centers and therapists, ask questions during the initial consultation, evaluate the therapist's qualifications and experience, observe therapy sessions, and look for feedback and reviews from previous clients. And don't forget to consider the cost of therapy and whether the therapist accepts insurance. With these factors in mind, you'll be well on your way to finding the best sensory integration therapy in Jaipur for your loved one.

So I’m currently pregnant with my second child. It’s been a little bit of a miserable pregnancy for me. I’ve been sick/nauseas the entire time, now I’m getting to the last trimester when I’m just miserable, having a hard time sleeping, etc.
I’ve had restless leg syndrome my entire pregnancy. It was bad in the beginning, got better, and now it’s getting worse again and keeping me up at night. That last week has been horrible, no sleep, etc. my OB told me to try magnesium and it’s not worked at all.
My problem is that I work full time as a nurse; pretty much five days a week. I’m also the parent that handles drop of our child in the morning. My husband has a job that he has to get up for by 3am 4 days a week. I’ve been tossing and turning and apparently keeping him up, which I feel bad about but can’t help it. I usually wake up with his alarm and have to tell him to get up or he will snooze it and go back to sleep. He’s been doing that for a long time, even before this pregnancy. I’ve told him many times it’s not my job to wake him up. He’s a grown adult, if I can wake up with no sleep, get myself and our toddler up and get to work, then he can too.
Now he’s using me being miserable as even more of an excuse for not wanting to get up. He texted his boss to let him come in our later and get extra sleep. This really made me mad as he had gotten off from work early the day before, came home and taken a nap and that still wasn’t enough. I told him this and he said I could do the same thing if I need to. I told him that no I couldn’t. A: we need all the money we can get right now. I have unpaid maternity leave. B: my daughter has be dropped off at daycare by a certain time or they won’t take her. I told him it makes no sense for me to wake up, get myself and her dressed and to daycare, then text my boss and say I’m going to sleep for an hour then come in. I also have 45 min drive, I might as well just not go in. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think like that. Sleep or no sleep, we need to work to pay our bills is what I told him.
Am I wrong in thinking that he’s being incredibly selfish right now? I’m tired of him acting like my being miserable is an excuse for him not to go to work. Life doesn’t work like that. It’s also got me stressing about how it’s going to be with two kids now. I’ll be the one getting up, getting both kids ready by myself, getting myself ready, dropping them off, and then driving 45 minutes to work to get there on time. I don’t feel like he understands what I deal with. Yes, he gets up early, but all he has to do is get himself ready and go. His work ethic is just very unattractive right now too. I value a person that understands we need to make money to put a roof over our head and he values his sleep more. He’s never been great about getting up and going to work, but it’s getting worse and I’m stressed. Also the only reason after all this he hasn’t been fired is because he has a very understanding boss and his job is desperate for people and can’t lose him.

Just looking for the two games in the title and Paypal (my region is EU), nothing else. If you offer a huge list of games or anything that's not in the title or on my wishlist you might get blocked for not having basic reading comprehension
I know Coromon is in a pricy build your own bundle rn so could do multiple smaller games for it but no ridiculous offers please
https://www.fanatical.com/en/pick-and-mix/diamond-collection-build-your-own-bundle
Only interested in Paypal offers and games in the title don't comment if you don't have either to offer. For AAA games I'm only taking Paypal offers, not trades Any comments with lists of random games I likely already own will be ignored and possibly blocked. My region is EU, if you are outside of EU you have to cover Paypal fees. I do not have a set price for anything, if you ask "how much for" you'll be asked if you have a price in mind.
Jurassic World Evolution 2
Hero's Hour (might keep)
Rogue Lords
Golden Light
Batora: Lost Haven (might keep)
Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice
112 Operator
911 Operator
Agent in Depth
Alchemist's Castle
Arcade Spirits
Armello
Cris Tales
Death Squared
Detached: Non-VR Edition
Doughlings: Arcade
Doughlings: Invasion
Euro Truck Simulator 2
Farming Simulator 17
Firegirl: Hack 'n Splash Rescue (might keep)
Frick, Inc.
Ghostrunner
Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
Guns & Fishes
Hack 'n' Slash
Hyper Gunsport
Izmir: An Independence Simulator
Lighthouse Keeper
Little Orpheus (might keep)
Lust from Beyond: M Edition
Meow Express
MirrorMoon EP
Monaco
Mount & Blade: Warband
Non-Stop Raiders
Orbital Racer
Pathfinder: Kingmaker
PAYDAY 2
Planet TD
Project Chemistry
Quadrata
Remnants of Naezith
Rym 9000
Soul Searching
Soulblight
Soulflow
Space Crew: Legendary Edition
Stacking
Stick Fight: The Game
Strange Brigade
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Sunlight
SYMMETRY
System Shock 2
System Shock: Enhanced Edition
The Amazing American Circus
The Inner World
Ticket to Ride
Worms Rumble
XCOM 2
X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack
XEL
Zombie Driver HD Complete Edition
Dorfromantik (might keep)
DARQ (might keep)
Fallout
Five Dates
Othercide (might keep)

• GameGuru Classic
• STAR WARS™: Knights of the Old Republic™
• Driftland: The Magic Revival
• Red Faction: Armageddon
• Puzzle Chronicles
• STAR WARS™ Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy™
• STAR WARS™ Jedi Knight II: Jedi Outcast™
• Distrust
• Radio Commander
• Fury Unleashed
• Main Assembly
• RPG Maker VX (may keep)
• Hamilton's Great Adventure
• Reventure
• [Amnesia: The Dark Descent](httpsa://store.steampowered.com/app/57300/)
• LEGO® MARVEL's Avengers (may keep)
• Oddworld: Stranger's Wrath HD (may keep)
• Dungeon of the ENDLESS™
• Go Home Dinosaurs!
• Soulblight
• Lust for Darkness
• RPG Maker VX Ace - DS Resource Pack
• RPG Maker VX Ace - Zombie Survival Graphic Pack
• Iron Danger (may keep)
• The Swindle
• Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
• Amnesia: Rebirth
• X-Morph: Defense
• Treasure Hunter Simulator
• Orbital Racer
• Nongunz: Doppelganger Edition
• LEGO® MARVEL Super Heroes 2 (may keep)
• Where the Water Tastes Like Wine
• Monsters' Den Chronicles
• Telefrag VR
• NecroWorm
• We are alright (Wszystko z nami w porządku)
• RPG Maker VX Ace - Old School Modern Graphics Pack 2
• Rebel Cops
• Farmer's Dynasty
• The Plague: Kingdom Wars
• PlataGO!
• LEGO® MARVEL Super Heroes (may keep)
• Bang-On Balls: Chronicles (may keep)
• Jetboard Joust
• Forgive Me Father (may keep)
• Aliens vs. Predator Collection
• LEGO® Star Wars™ III: The Clone Wars™
• Golf Gang
• Maid of Sker
• Hedon Bloodrite (may keep)
• Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning FATE Edition (may keep)
• Blade Assault (may keep)
• DOOM Eternal (may keep)
• Grow: Song of the Evertree (may keep)
• Scribble It! - Premium Edition
• [Liberated] (GOG)
• [Wanderlust Travel Stories] (GOG)

My full list of games: https://barter.vg80b7/t/ (this link might be more up to date than the list above)
Full wishlist (bundled games are at the top so you don't have to scroll through tons of unbundled and upcoming games): https://barter.vg80b7/w/f/?filter=0,17,0,0
https://store.steampowered.com/wishlist/id/superteletubbies64/
IGSRep (no longer updating): https://old.reddit.com/IGSRep/comments/p7k848/superteletubbies64s_igs_rep_page/

Just looking for the two games in the title and Paypal (my region is EU), nothing else. If you offer a huge list of games or anything that's not in the title or on my wishlist you might get blocked for not having basic reading comprehension
I know Coromon is in a pricy build your own bundle rn so could do multiple smaller games for it but no ridiculous offers please
https://www.fanatical.com/en/pick-and-mix/diamond-collection-build-your-own-bundle
Only interested in Paypal offers and games in the title don't comment if you don't have either to offer. For AAA games I'm only taking Paypal offers, not trades Any comments with lists of random games I likely already own will be ignored and possibly blocked. My region is EU, if you are outside of EU you have to cover Paypal fees. I do not have a set price for anything, if you ask "how much for" you'll be asked if you have a price in mind.
Jurassic World Evolution 2
Hero's Hour (might keep)
Rogue Lords
Golden Light
Batora: Lost Haven (might keep)
Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice
112 Operator
911 Operator
Agent in Depth
Alchemist's Castle
Arcade Spirits
Armello
Cris Tales
Death Squared
Detached: Non-VR Edition
Doughlings: Arcade
Doughlings: Invasion
Euro Truck Simulator 2
Farming Simulator 17
Firegirl: Hack 'n Splash Rescue (might keep)
Frick, Inc.
Ghostrunner
Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
Guns & Fishes
Hack 'n' Slash
Hyper Gunsport
Izmir: An Independence Simulator
Lighthouse Keeper
Little Orpheus (might keep)
Lust from Beyond: M Edition
Meow Express
MirrorMoon EP
Monaco
Mount & Blade: Warband
Non-Stop Raiders
Orbital Racer
Pathfinder: Kingmaker
PAYDAY 2
Planet TD
Project Chemistry
Quadrata
Remnants of Naezith
Rym 9000
Soul Searching
Soulblight
Soulflow
Space Crew: Legendary Edition
Stacking
Stick Fight: The Game
Strange Brigade
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Sunlight
SYMMETRY
System Shock 2
System Shock: Enhanced Edition
The Amazing American Circus
The Inner World
Ticket to Ride
Worms Rumble
XCOM 2
X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack
XEL
Zombie Driver HD Complete Edition
Dorfromantik (might keep)
DARQ (might keep)
Fallout
Five Dates
Othercide (might keep)

• GameGuru Classic
• STAR WARS™: Knights of the Old Republic™
• Driftland: The Magic Revival
• Red Faction: Armageddon
• Puzzle Chronicles
• STAR WARS™ Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy™
• STAR WARS™ Jedi Knight II: Jedi Outcast™
• Distrust
• Radio Commander
• Fury Unleashed
• Main Assembly
• RPG Maker VX (may keep)
• Hamilton's Great Adventure
• Reventure
• [Amnesia: The Dark Descent](httpsa://store.steampowered.com/app/57300/)
• LEGO® MARVEL's Avengers (may keep)
• Oddworld: Stranger's Wrath HD (may keep)
• Dungeon of the ENDLESS™
• Go Home Dinosaurs!
• Soulblight
• Lust for Darkness
• RPG Maker VX Ace - DS Resource Pack
• RPG Maker VX Ace - Zombie Survival Graphic Pack
• Iron Danger (may keep)
• The Swindle
• Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
• Amnesia: Rebirth
• X-Morph: Defense
• Treasure Hunter Simulator
• Orbital Racer
• Nongunz: Doppelganger Edition
• LEGO® MARVEL Super Heroes 2 (may keep)
• Where the Water Tastes Like Wine
• Monsters' Den Chronicles
• Telefrag VR
• NecroWorm
• We are alright (Wszystko z nami w porządku)
• RPG Maker VX Ace - Old School Modern Graphics Pack 2
• Rebel Cops
• Farmer's Dynasty
• The Plague: Kingdom Wars
• PlataGO!
• LEGO® MARVEL Super Heroes (may keep)
• Bang-On Balls: Chronicles (may keep)
• Jetboard Joust
• Forgive Me Father (may keep)
• Aliens vs. Predator Collection
• LEGO® Star Wars™ III: The Clone Wars™
• Golf Gang
• Maid of Sker
• Hedon Bloodrite (may keep)
• Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning FATE Edition (may keep)
• Blade Assault (may keep)
• DOOM Eternal (may keep)
• Grow: Song of the Evertree (may keep)
• Scribble It! - Premium Edition
• [Liberated] (GOG)
• [Wanderlust Travel Stories] (GOG)

My full list of games: https://barter.vg80b7/t/ (this link might be more up to date than the list above)
Full wishlist (bundled games are at the top so you don't have to scroll through tons of unbundled and upcoming games): https://barter.vg80b7/w/f/?filter=0,17,0,0
https://store.steampowered.com/wishlist/id/superteletubbies64/
IGSRep (no longer updating): https://old.reddit.com/IGSRep/comments/p7k848/superteletubbies64s_igs_rep_page/

I’ve been keeping the Everfolk Point Lighthouse for around four years now. It’s a decent enough job, although probably not what one might imagine if they signed up to be a lighthouse keeper.
​
I figure that people probably picture me living alone on some desolate rock, spending my days tending to chores and looking sternly out at the sea during the evenings with a cup of warm grog but that’s really only half true.
​
For starters, I’m not alone. There’s always been at least one other person with me during my rotations at the lighthouse. It’s better to work in teams, partially because it’s good to have company and partially because in case anything happens, it’s better to have someone who can call for help. Working at any lighthouse can be dangerous. When you’re that close to the sea, any storms that come your way hit you like a brick and if you’re not prepared, they will kill you dead.
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Working at a lighthouse is hard work too. I’ve met some folks who think that the job is just turning the light on and off again, but it’s nowhere near that simple. All lighthouses, even the automated ones still need maintenance. The storms that come off the water wear them down quickly, so you spend most of your time shoring them up, making repairs, and doing maintenance. In the four years, I’ve worked at Everfolk Point, I’ve probably repainted the whole property two or three times and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to repaint it two or three more before I get transferred.
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That said, while they work me like a dog, it’s not all bad. I don’t actually stay at the lighthouse 365 days a year. I spend one month there, and then I get one month off. In effect, I’m really only working six months out of the year. They do it to prevent people going stir crazy, like you see in the movies, although it doesn’t stop you from going a little crazy.
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Simply put - when you’re working at the lighthouse, things can get a little weird and that’s okay! You’re more or less completely cut off from the rest of the world save for one radio you’re only expected to use in an emergency and little to do in your leisure time. Put in those circumstances, people tend to find some interesting hobbies to keep themselves occupied.
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For example - one of the guys I often worked with, Gideon took an interest in taxidermy and collecting bones. He’d find dead animals washed up on shore or out in the woods and turn them into little projects. He actually got pretty good at it. Once he even brought home a freaking moose skull. It was simultaneously the creepiest and coolest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He brought that skull home with him after our rotation ended, and as far as I know, it hangs in his living room to this day.
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Personally? I always passed the time by baking bread. I’d originally only started doing it out of necessity (we had to make most of our food completely from scratch) but after my first few batches turned out badly, I wanted to up my game and may have gotten a little obsessed with it. Oh, I could talk for hours about baking bread! I’ve even come up with my own recipes! I make this fantastic, spicy, cheesy bread that’s to die for! It’s great for a sandwich. And lately, I’ve been expanding into bagels which is kinda an art form in and of itself. If you’ve never made bagels from scratch before, you just haven’t lived. A real homemade bagel makes the stuff you get at the grocery store look like a sad joke. One taste of the real thing and you’ll never be able to go back!
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Ah, but there I go getting all carried away. I didn’t sit down to talk about bread. That’s not what’s really on my mind tonight, no.
​
See, I got back from my last rotation about three days ago but I’ve had this particular incident on my mind for almost two weeks now. I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve filed the relevant reports, of course, and as far as I know, the situation is technically resolved but that hasn’t given me much in the way of closure. I suppose I’m hoping that by sharing it here and putting it out into the world, that will change.
​
I worked at a few different lighthouses before I got posted at Everfolk, and as I said before I know that sometimes the isolation can make you a little weird. But in my experience, it’s always been the people who’ve been weird, and up until I went to Everfolk I hadn’t seen a single thing I couldn’t logically explain. But when I started finding the dolls, that all changed.
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I first noticed them a few months after first starting my posting at Everfolk. It’d been a quiet Sunday morning and I’d been going down the beach to do some fishing when I saw one. I’d initially figured that it was just garbage. We saw plenty of it washed up on the rocky beach. Usually, I’d just pick it up and get rid of it. But as I went to grab it, I noticed the puffy cheeks and squashed nose. As I looked down at the face, it clicked that what I was looking at was the face of a baby and I felt a brief stab of panic before realizing that this thankfully wasn’t the corpse of an actual baby. It was just a doll. It was worn down by the elements, yes and it sure as heck looked like it’d seen better days, but it was just an ordinary baby doll.
​
Well… mostly ordinary. When I picked it up to inspect it, I couldn’t help but notice that somebody had gone through the effort of putting actual baby clothes on it. This stuff looked handmade. Honestly, the sight of it kinda broke my heart. Once upon a time, somebody must’ve really loved this doll and it was a little tragic to find it washed up on some faraway shore. The idea of just casually throwing it out didn’t really appeal to me. Call me sentimental, but hurling something that well loved into the trash just felt… wrong. So, I kept it and as I went down to my usual fishing spot, I carried it with me so it would dry and not soak the contents of my backpack. I guess I’d wondered if maybe I could somehow find its owner. The internet is a big place, maybe if I posted it when I got back home I could reunite it with whoever the original owner was. Even if they didn’t want the doll back (it was in pretty rough shape) the clothes could probably still be salvaged.
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“That’s gotta be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the girl I’d been working with back during my first rotation at the lighthouse. Her name was Ashley and she'd been there for two years longer than I had.
“Oh come on, look at his little coat, it’s kinda cute,” I’d replied.
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Ashley had just grimaced.
“It’s still got weeds tangled in it,” She said. “And look at the eyes, the paints faded off.”
“Eh, give him a little TLC and he’ll be right as rain,” I said although Ashley didn’t seem convinced. She just stared mistrustfully down at the doll, inspecting it without daring to put her hands on it.
​
I was busy preparing that day’s catch for dinner, and Ashley reached over to take one of the wooden spoons we used for cooking so she could use the handle to turn the doll over.
“Look at the teeth marks on it too… something’s been chewing on this,” She noted.
“They’re battle scars,” I said. “No fun going on an ordeal like this without some battle scars, right? And besides, I always thought flaws like that gave something a little bit of personality.”
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Again, Ashley just huffed.
“There’s some cracks on the back of the head,” She noted.
“I saw some coyotes down by the beach the other day, maybe they thought it was food,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll glue it and patch it up. Then see if I can’t find the original owner. I’ll bet some kid probably wants this back.”
“You are aware that this thing’s probably been floating out at sea for years, right?” She asked.
Again, I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I’ll make some random woman's day, then,” I said and that was that.
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True to my word, I did post some photos of the doll I’d found online when my rotation ended although I never heard anything back about it. A few people commented on just how creepy the doll was, but I didn’t really pay them much mind. It was an abandoned doll that had washed up on a remote beach in Labrador. Of course, it was doomed to be a little bit creepy. But I was hoping that somebody would claim it all the same, and when nobody did I still kept the doll, putting it on the desk of my apartment just in case. It still felt wrong to just throw it out after all.
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***
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I found the next doll about four months later, during one of my winter rotations. I was working with Ashley again, and we’d been trying to shore up the lighthouse against an oncoming blizzard that was due to hit us that night. The winds were pretty strong that day and had already torn some shingles off of the shack where the fog horn was kept. It’d blown them down toward the beach, and I’d gone down to collect them. We couldn’t fix the shed until after the storm, obviously. Just being too close to the fog horn would’ve shattered your eardrums. Even from down on the beach, the periodic drone from the horn made my entire body shake. Even in the cabin, we had to time our conversations around it lest it interrupt us. But, I figured it was better to at least have the shingles so we could do the repairs later and while I was collecting them I noticed another shape lodged between some of the rocks.
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This doll was in significantly worse shape than the last one I’d found. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as a doll at first. The head was completely missing and the body was tattered to the point where I could see the bendable joints inside.
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This one was past saving, but I still brought it with me if for no other reason than to get it off the beach. After I’d finished up outside, I came in to find Ashley drinking a cup of hot chocolate in our kitchen, sitting comfortably under a stained glass mural of a ship she’d painted.
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“Made you a cup,” She said gesturing to a steaming hot cup of coca on the table beside her, before noticing the tattered doll in my hand. “Oh God, not another one!”
“Found it down on the beach,” I said.
“You gonna fix this one up too?”
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I looked down at the broken doll, before shaking my head.
“Too busted,” I said before deciding that this one needed to go in the trash.
“So that’s two now?” She asked, pausing to wait for the fog horn to sound before continuing, “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” She only seemed to be half joking.
“Well, you gotta admit it’s a little more interesting than stained glass,” I teased.
“Hey, screw you, man!” She replied, cracking a small smile. I took my coca and took a sip of it. The fog horn blared again, allowing her to continue.
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“For something to keep me from going crazy, at least it’s constructive. And you gotta admit that I’m getting pretty good at it!”
I looked up at her mural and nodded in agreement. She was getting good at it.
“We all go crazy in our own little ways,” She said. “I make stained glass, you collect weird beach dolls.”
“I mean, I don’t think taking the other one home was that weird,” I said, as the fog horn sounded again.
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“I was talking more about the fact that there even are beach dolls,” She said. “That’s a little weird, don’t you think? Usually, we just see bottles, and pieces of plastic. Stuff like that. Never seen any dolls on the beach before.”
“Ocean currents, maybe?” I asked, “There’s a lotta crap out there.”
“Maybe,” She said with a shrug, “I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you could possibly find but… I dunno.”
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The fog horn punctuated her sentence and I looked down at the ruined doll again. Studying it closer, I couldn’t help but remember how Ashley had mentioned that the last one looked like something had been chewing on it. This one sorta looked the same, although much worse for wear. I shrugged off the state of the doll and tossed it in the trash. No point in looking too hard at it, I figured.
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***
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Over the next couple of years, I found another doll once every few months down by the beach.
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They weren’t all the same. Each one was different in its own unique way. The next one I found was further down the beach, near the bottom of a charming little waterfall I sometimes visited during the hikes I took during my downtime. This one opened and closed its eyes depending on if it was laying down or not, although the eyelids had partially rotted off, meaning that they technically stayed open no matter what. It seemed a little bit older than the others and was actually starting to grow moss on it. But it was intact enough that I took it with me.
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I’d been working with Gideon that month, and when he saw me bring the doll in, he actually laughed at the sight of it.
“Found another one?” He asked.
“Down by the waterfall,” I replied, holding it up to show him. “Gotta say, this one doesn’t seem to be in all that bad shape!”
He just shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said.
“Creepier than the moose head?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.
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I spent that afternoon cleaning the moss baby while I waited for my bread to bake. Getting the moss out of his hair was the hardest part, and even when I was done it still had a greenish tint to it. When I got back from my rotation, Moss Baby was the second doll I posted online. Just like the first, nobody came forward to claim it.
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Two months later and I found a crocheted baby doll on the beach. This one was in very rough condition, having almost completely dissolved into wet threads, but I kept it anyway and tried to put it back together. It became the third I posted, although I ended up throwing it out after trying and failing to put it back together for the better part of two weeks.
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As time went by, the dolls in my apartment piled up. Every few months, I’d find one I thought I could save and brought it home with me. The office of my apartment started to become something of a museum, with shelves lined with the sea battered dolls I’d found. I started seeing them less as things I hoped to return and more as mementos of my days at the lighthouse. I even kept them beside some of the gifts I’d traded with my colleagues. A mounted elk skull I’d gotten from Gideon and a stained glass sign that Ashley had painted for me as a gift that read:
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Advice From The Ocean
Be shore of yourself
Take time to coast.
Avoid pier pressure
Sea lifes beauty
Don’t get tide down
Make waves!
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I still never really considered doll collecting to be my ‘weird hobby’ but it was still turning into a hobby, I suppose… right up until I found the red haired doll.
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***
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It was a clear night. Gideon, Ashley, and I were all working a rotation at the lighthouse and had decided that it was the perfect night for a campfire. Ashey had brought marshmallows for just a night like this and was greedily toasting one after another and shoveling them into her mouth while Gideon sat nearby, calmly reading a book.
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I’d gone down to one of our sheds near the beach to get more firewood when in the light from my lantern I saw a speck of red among the rocks. I’d paused before going to investigate and finding yet another doll there.
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This one was plastic, with an ugly moping face and frizzy red hair. Someone had scribbled all over her face with a marker, giving her big glasses and an attempt at a smile, although with her face bleached pale from the sun, it made her face look more like a grinning skull than anything else.
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I held on to the doll while I grabbed the firewood and brought it back with me to the campfire. I’d barely even made it back when Ashley noticed the doll.
“Oh God… Gideon, he’s got another one!”
“Seriously? Steve, where do you keep finding these?”
“On the beach,” I said plainly as I set the firewood down and held up the doll for them to see.
“It’s official, this is the worst one yet,” Ashley said, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. “Does this one look chewed up too?”
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I frowned and looked down at the doll.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “But you gotta admit, it’s one for the collection!”
“Oh, so now it’s a collection,” Gideon said. “You know the first step is admitting that you’ve got a problem.”
“That what you did with your deer heads?” I teased.
“It’s not a problem, it’s art,” He replied.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
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In an effort to annoy my colleagues, I set the Sad Skull Girl (as she had just been christened) down by the fire beside me. Ashley just shook her head and smoothed back her long brown hair before sitting back and reaching for another marshmallow.
“Did anyone ever claim any of those dolls you’ve been collecting?” She asked.
“Nah, they’re sitting on a shelf at home,” I said.
“There’s a shelf now?” Gideon asked, “My dude, how many of these things do you have?”
“I dunno, seven. Eight, now I guess.”
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He just shook his head in faux disgust.
“Crazy…”
“Hey, I’ve still got them up online,” I said. “Maybe one day, someone will claim one!”
I had no idea how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
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***
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I posted Sad Skull Girl to the usual places, asking if she belonged to anyone but I never expected to get a response.
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First time for everything, I guess.
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I woke up around a week after I’d posted her to an email from a woman named Lillie Thompson that read as follows:
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Mr. Lawson
A friend of mine has shown me the doll you posted to social media recently and I regret to inform you that I do recognize it.
I have a close friend - Donald Trantham who’s granddaughter owned a doll identical to the one you shared. A doll who was with her at the time of her disappearance last year.
Please Mr. Lawson, can you reach out to the St. John’s police? Show them what you gave found. Donald is a dear friend of mine. He and his family have suffered greatly from their loss and I want nothing more than to see them receive some closure.
Yours - Lillie Thompson
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I think it goes without saying that reading that email sent a chill through me. The markings on that doll were distinct. While I was sure that identical dolls existed out there, none of them would have had a face like Sad Skull Girl. Someone had drawn on her. Tried to change her face. Tried to make her smile.
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And that someone had been missing for over a year now.
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Obviously, I reached out to the St. John’s Police. I sent them photos of the doll I’d found, along with Lillie Thompson’s email. Then around three days later, I had the police knocking at my door. I answered their questions, told them where I’d found the doll, and even mentioned that Gideon and Ashley had been with me when I’d found it. I even showed them some of the other dolls I’d found washed up along the shore and let the police photograph them. I didn’t think that anything would come of it… but not even a week after they’d interviewed me, they came back.
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Six of the seven dolls I’d found had been connected to children who’d gone missing in the past five years. The police took them as evidence, brought me in for questioning and I told them everything. They even brought in Gideon and Ashley to confirm my stories, since they’d been with me when I’d found a couple of the dolls.
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Ultimately, I wasn’t arrested. My story stood up to every question they asked. But I was still shaken down to my core. All those dolls… the ones whose owners I could not find, were mementos from some missing child, and I couldn’t deny what that probably meant.
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It was a few days after the police questioned me that Ashley invited me out for coffee. We didn’t live in the same city, but she’d come down to talk to the police and figured she’d check in on me while I was there.
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“All those kids…” I said, staring lifelessly down into my cup, “And what about the dolls I didn’t save… how many more…”
“Hey… you had no way of knowing,” She said, putting a reassuring hand over mine. “And you were trying to do the right thing, posting those dolls, trying to see if anyone recognized them! If you hadn’t been doing that, then those parents wouldn’t have heard anything at all! The Police wouldn’t know where to look for…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but I didn’t see any point in trying to spare my own feelings.
“Look for the bodies,” I said. I wasn’t stupid… I knew what the abandoned dolls probably meant.
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Ashley gave a grim nod.
“You did what you could,” She said. “That’s all any of us can do.”
“Yeah… I guess…” I said softly, although I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. Then again… what would be enough?
“And look on the bright side, you’re not a suspect anymore! So… there’s that!” She tried to force a smile but it seemed hollow.
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“Yeah, and whoever the hell’s been doing all of this is still out there,” I said. “I never saw anywhere the dolls could have come from… I never… all I was able to tell the police was that it wasn’t me!”
Ashley’s fake smile faded. She shifted uncomfortably.
“What?” I asked and she sighed.
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“Okay… well… that might not be entirely true,” She said. “When I was talking to the police, they asked me if I saw anything strange out at the lighthouse over the past few years. Something that might be connected to the dolls and… I dunno, maybe it was nothing but I remembered something.”
“Wait, really?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay so, it could be nothing!” Ashley said, “I mean, it’s probably nothing! But every now and then I saw this boat, out on the water. It wasn’t all that big. Gunmetal gray, kinda boxy looking. I usually saw it early in the morning. It only really popped up once every month or so but it was out there pretty frequently. And… look, maybe I’m just making a connection that isn’t really there, but sometimes I thought I saw him throwing something into the water. I always figured that the guy was just out there fishing… but with this stuff about the dolls…”
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My stomach turned.
“You think it was him?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Ashley said. “But the police asked if I remembered anything and that’s what I remembered!”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowed as she did.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” She said.
And maybe it was… I hoped it might be.
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***
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When it was time to rotate back to the lighthouse, I was almost afraid to go. I was even more afraid that Ashley and Gideon wouldn’t be there with me, but they were. Our first few days back were quiet and almost blissfully uneventful. We did our maintenance, we tended the light and we kept to ourselves. In the evenings, I baked bread while Gideon read and Ashley worked on her latest stained glass project and if ever any of us needed to go down to the beach, I let one of them do it.
I didn’t think I could handle finding another doll, knowing what it would probably mean.
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For two weeks, we just sort of existed… until the morning where Ashley saw the boat again.
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I’d been asleep when I heard her yelling, and coming down the stairs.
“Gideon! Steve, get on the radio!” She called.
I sat up, groggy and only half conscious as she burst into my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The boat,” She replied, a grave look in her eye and it took me a moment to realize what she meant.
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Gideon had just barely poked his head out of his bedroom when I ran out. Ashley was already heading back out the door, a pair of binoculars in hand while I got on the radio to call the coast guard. I saw Gideon barreling down the stairs past me, running out the door after Ashley to watch the boat.
“This is Everfolk Point Lighthouse,” I said into the radio. “Calling in regarding a suspicious watercraft.”
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I told them everything, before switching out with Gideon when he came back inside so I could see the boat for myself.
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The gunmetal gray boat sat below the rocky cliffs in the distance, although seemed to be already moving away. Ashley offered me the binoculars and I took them, staring out at the distant boat.
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Behind the wheel, I could see a man. He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with a thin scuff and dead eyes. He stared vacantly ahead, not even noticing us as he passed. I noted every detail of his face… knowing that I may need to identify him again.
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He’d made it a good distance away from the cliffs when we saw the coast guards' ships arriving and as they boarded him, I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.
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If this was the man… then they’d gotten him.
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***
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We heard nothing from the coast guard or the police over the next few days, although once my rotation ended and I made it back home, I heard plenty both on the local news and through a friend of mine who’d married a cop.
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The man on that boat was identified as Brian Ligon. Apparently, he lived in a small cottage, outside of a town several kilometers down the coast from our lighthouse. And while they found no bodies in that cottage, they clearly found enough to arrest him.
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“The way I heard it, the guy was completely nuts!” My friend said, “Soon as they booked him, he’d started screaming and ranting about how he had to kill those kids… how he was actually a good person and he had to ‘feed something’.” She’d shaken her head in disgust, “This is why I never ask about these things. It just makes me sad!”
“Well… I appreciate you asking for me,” I said.
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My friend took a sip of her coffee, giving a frustrated sigh.
“Supposedly, he was throwing those dolls into the ocean because he believed their souls lived inside of them, and were feeding something in the water or something like that… either way it’s crazy.”
“Crazy…” I agreed, although my mind wandered back to the teeth marks I’d seen on some of the dolls.
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I tried not to think too hard about it.
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I read somewhere that Ligon was found dead in his cell the other night… and I can’t pretend that I don’t find the news of his death a little relieving. It’s clear to me that he was a monster… and that there are parts of this story that I do not want to or need to know. I’ve told myself that I won’t pry any further for the sake of my own mental health… I have enough nightmares about the dolls as it is now and there’s a very large part of me that just wants to forget that any of this ever happened.
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But the questions still gnaw at me all the same.
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Ligon was probably crazy… and when he said that he believed he was feeding something in the ocean, those were probably little more than the words of a deeply disturbed individual. But I can’t forget the teeth marks I saw in the plastic flesh of some of those dolls. I know it’s probably nothing, logically it has to be nothing!
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And as I sit here tonight, staring at the only doll I have left, the first one I took from the beach, I can’t help but look at those old scars in her flesh and wonder.

I’ve been keeping the Everfolk Point Lighthouse for around four years now. It’s a decent enough job, although probably not what one might imagine if they signed up to be a lighthouse keeper.
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I figure that people probably picture me living alone on some desolate rock, spending my days tending to chores and looking sternly out at the sea during the evenings with a cup of warm grog but that’s really only half true.
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For starters, I’m not alone. There’s always been at least one other person with me during my rotations at the lighthouse. It’s better to work in teams, partially because it’s good to have company and partially because in case anything happens, it’s better to have someone who can call for help. Working at any lighthouse can be dangerous. When you’re that close to the sea, any storms that come your way hit you like a brick and if you’re not prepared, they will kill you dead.
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Working at a lighthouse is hard work too. I’ve met some folks who think that the job is just turning the light on and off again, but it’s nowhere near that simple. All lighthouses, even the automated ones still need maintenance. The storms that come off the water wear them down quickly, so you spend most of your time shoring them up, making repairs, and doing maintenance. In the four years, I’ve worked at Everfolk Point, I’ve probably repainted the whole property two or three times and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to repaint it two or three more before I get transferred.
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That said, while they work me like a dog, it’s not all bad. I don’t actually stay at the lighthouse 365 days a year. I spend one month there, and then I get one month off. In effect, I’m really only working six months out of the year. They do it to prevent people going stir crazy, like you see in the movies, although it doesn’t stop you from going a little crazy.
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Simply put - when you’re working at the lighthouse, things can get a little weird and that’s okay! You’re more or less completely cut off from the rest of the world save for one radio you’re only expected to use in an emergency and little to do in your leisure time. Put in those circumstances, people tend to find some interesting hobbies to keep themselves occupied.
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For example - one of the guys I often worked with, Gideon took an interest in taxidermy and collecting bones. He’d find dead animals washed up on shore or out in the woods and turn them into little projects. He actually got pretty good at it. Once he even brought home a freaking moose skull. It was simultaneously the creepiest and coolest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He brought that skull home with him after our rotation ended, and as far as I know, it hangs in his living room to this day.
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Personally? I always passed the time by baking bread. I’d originally only started doing it out of necessity (we had to make most of our food completely from scratch) but after my first few batches turned out badly, I wanted to up my game and may have gotten a little obsessed with it. Oh, I could talk for hours about baking bread! I’ve even come up with my own recipes! I make this fantastic, spicy, cheesy bread that’s to die for! It’s great for a sandwich. And lately, I’ve been expanding into bagels which is kinda an art form in and of itself. If you’ve never made bagels from scratch before, you just haven’t lived. A real homemade bagel makes the stuff you get at the grocery store look like a sad joke. One taste of the real thing and you’ll never be able to go back!
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Ah, but there I go getting all carried away. I didn’t sit down to talk about bread. That’s not what’s really on my mind tonight, no.
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See, I got back from my last rotation about three days ago but I’ve had this particular incident on my mind for almost two weeks now. I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve filed the relevant reports, of course, and as far as I know, the situation is technically resolved but that hasn’t given me much in the way of closure. I suppose I’m hoping that by sharing it here and putting it out into the world, that will change.
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I worked at a few different lighthouses before I got posted at Everfolk, and as I said before I know that sometimes the isolation can make you a little weird. But in my experience, it’s always been the people who’ve been weird, and up until I went to Everfolk I hadn’t seen a single thing I couldn’t logically explain. But when I started finding the dolls, that all changed.
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I first noticed them a few months after first starting my posting at Everfolk. It’d been a quiet Sunday morning and I’d been going down the beach to do some fishing when I saw one. I’d initially figured that it was just garbage. We saw plenty of it washed up on the rocky beach. Usually, I’d just pick it up and get rid of it. But as I went to grab it, I noticed the puffy cheeks and squashed nose. As I looked down at the face, it clicked that what I was looking at was the face of a baby and I felt a brief stab of panic before realizing that this thankfully wasn’t the corpse of an actual baby. It was just a doll. It was worn down by the elements, yes and it sure as heck looked like it’d seen better days, but it was just an ordinary baby doll.
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Well… mostly ordinary. When I picked it up to inspect it, I couldn’t help but notice that somebody had gone through the effort of putting actual baby clothes on it. This stuff looked handmade. Honestly, the sight of it kinda broke my heart. Once upon a time, somebody must’ve really loved this doll and it was a little tragic to find it washed up on some faraway shore. The idea of just casually throwing it out didn’t really appeal to me. Call me sentimental, but hurling something that well loved into the trash just felt… wrong. So, I kept it and as I went down to my usual fishing spot, I carried it with me so it would dry and not soak the contents of my backpack. I guess I’d wondered if maybe I could somehow find its owner. The internet is a big place, maybe if I posted it when I got back home I could reunite it with whoever the original owner was. Even if they didn’t want the doll back (it was in pretty rough shape) the clothes could probably still be salvaged.
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***
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“That’s gotta be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the girl I’d been working with back during my first rotation at the lighthouse. Her name was Ashley and she'd been there for two years longer than I had.
“Oh come on, look at his little coat, it’s kinda cute,” I’d replied.
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Ashley had just grimaced.
“It’s still got weeds tangled in it,” She said. “And look at the eyes, the paints faded off.”
“Eh, give him a little TLC and he’ll be right as rain,” I said although Ashley didn’t seem convinced. She just stared mistrustfully down at the doll, inspecting it without daring to put her hands on it.
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I was busy preparing that day’s catch for dinner, and Ashley reached over to take one of the wooden spoons we used for cooking so she could use the handle to turn the doll over.
“Look at the teeth marks on it too… something’s been chewing on this,” She noted.
“They’re battle scars,” I said. “No fun going on an ordeal like this without some battle scars, right? And besides, I always thought flaws like that gave something a little bit of personality.”
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Again, Ashley just huffed.
“There’s some cracks on the back of the head,” She noted.
“I saw some coyotes down by the beach the other day, maybe they thought it was food,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll glue it and patch it up. Then see if I can’t find the original owner. I’ll bet some kid probably wants this back.”
“You are aware that this thing’s probably been floating out at sea for years, right?” She asked.
Again, I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I’ll make some random woman's day, then,” I said and that was that.
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True to my word, I did post some photos of the doll I’d found online when my rotation ended although I never heard anything back about it. A few people commented on just how creepy the doll was, but I didn’t really pay them much mind. It was an abandoned doll that had washed up on a remote beach in Labrador. Of course, it was doomed to be a little bit creepy. But I was hoping that somebody would claim it all the same, and when nobody did I still kept the doll, putting it on the desk of my apartment just in case. It still felt wrong to just throw it out after all.
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***
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I found the next doll about four months later, during one of my winter rotations. I was working with Ashley again, and we’d been trying to shore up the lighthouse against an oncoming blizzard that was due to hit us that night. The winds were pretty strong that day and had already torn some shingles off of the shack where the fog horn was kept. It’d blown them down toward the beach, and I’d gone down to collect them. We couldn’t fix the shed until after the storm, obviously. Just being too close to the fog horn would’ve shattered your eardrums. Even from down on the beach, the periodic drone from the horn made my entire body shake. Even in the cabin, we had to time our conversations around it lest it interrupt us. But, I figured it was better to at least have the shingles so we could do the repairs later and while I was collecting them I noticed another shape lodged between some of the rocks.
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This doll was in significantly worse shape than the last one I’d found. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as a doll at first. The head was completely missing and the body was tattered to the point where I could see the bendable joints inside.
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This one was past saving, but I still brought it with me if for no other reason than to get it off the beach. After I’d finished up outside, I came in to find Ashley drinking a cup of hot chocolate in our kitchen, sitting comfortably under a stained glass mural of a ship she’d painted.
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“Made you a cup,” She said gesturing to a steaming hot cup of coca on the table beside her, before noticing the tattered doll in my hand. “Oh God, not another one!”
“Found it down on the beach,” I said.
“You gonna fix this one up too?”
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I looked down at the broken doll, before shaking my head.
“Too busted,” I said before deciding that this one needed to go in the trash.
“So that’s two now?” She asked, pausing to wait for the fog horn to sound before continuing, “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” She only seemed to be half joking.
“Well, you gotta admit it’s a little more interesting than stained glass,” I teased.
“Hey, screw you, man!” She replied, cracking a small smile. I took my coca and took a sip of it. The fog horn blared again, allowing her to continue.
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“For something to keep me from going crazy, at least it’s constructive. And you gotta admit that I’m getting pretty good at it!”
I looked up at her mural and nodded in agreement. She was getting good at it.
“We all go crazy in our own little ways,” She said. “I make stained glass, you collect weird beach dolls.”
“I mean, I don’t think taking the other one home was that weird,” I said, as the fog horn sounded again.
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“I was talking more about the fact that there even are beach dolls,” She said. “That’s a little weird, don’t you think? Usually, we just see bottles, and pieces of plastic. Stuff like that. Never seen any dolls on the beach before.”
“Ocean currents, maybe?” I asked, “There’s a lotta crap out there.”
“Maybe,” She said with a shrug, “I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you could possibly find but… I dunno.”
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The fog horn punctuated her sentence and I looked down at the ruined doll again. Studying it closer, I couldn’t help but remember how Ashley had mentioned that the last one looked like something had been chewing on it. This one sorta looked the same, although much worse for wear. I shrugged off the state of the doll and tossed it in the trash. No point in looking too hard at it, I figured.
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***
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Over the next couple of years, I found another doll once every few months down by the beach.
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They weren’t all the same. Each one was different in its own unique way. The next one I found was further down the beach, near the bottom of a charming little waterfall I sometimes visited during the hikes I took during my downtime. This one opened and closed its eyes depending on if it was laying down or not, although the eyelids had partially rotted off, meaning that they technically stayed open no matter what. It seemed a little bit older than the others and was actually starting to grow moss on it. But it was intact enough that I took it with me.
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I’d been working with Gideon that month, and when he saw me bring the doll in, he actually laughed at the sight of it.
“Found another one?” He asked.
“Down by the waterfall,” I replied, holding it up to show him. “Gotta say, this one doesn’t seem to be in all that bad shape!”
He just shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said.
“Creepier than the moose head?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.
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I spent that afternoon cleaning the moss baby while I waited for my bread to bake. Getting the moss out of his hair was the hardest part, and even when I was done it still had a greenish tint to it. When I got back from my rotation, Moss Baby was the second doll I posted online. Just like the first, nobody came forward to claim it.
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Two months later and I found a crocheted baby doll on the beach. This one was in very rough condition, having almost completely dissolved into wet threads, but I kept it anyway and tried to put it back together. It became the third I posted, although I ended up throwing it out after trying and failing to put it back together for the better part of two weeks.
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As time went by, the dolls in my apartment piled up. Every few months, I’d find one I thought I could save and brought it home with me. The office of my apartment started to become something of a museum, with shelves lined with the sea battered dolls I’d found. I started seeing them less as things I hoped to return and more as mementos of my days at the lighthouse. I even kept them beside some of the gifts I’d traded with my colleagues. A mounted elk skull I’d gotten from Gideon and a stained glass sign that Ashley had painted for me as a gift that read:
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Advice From The Ocean
Be shore of yourself
Take time to coast.
Avoid pier pressure
Sea lifes beauty
Don’t get tide down
Make waves!
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I still never really considered doll collecting to be my ‘weird hobby’ but it was still turning into a hobby, I suppose… right up until I found the red haired doll.
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***
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It was a clear night. Gideon, Ashley, and I were all working a rotation at the lighthouse and had decided that it was the perfect night for a campfire. Ashey had brought marshmallows for just a night like this and was greedily toasting one after another and shoveling them into her mouth while Gideon sat nearby, calmly reading a book.
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I’d gone down to one of our sheds near the beach to get more firewood when in the light from my lantern I saw a speck of red among the rocks. I’d paused before going to investigate and finding yet another doll there.
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This one was plastic, with an ugly moping face and frizzy red hair. Someone had scribbled all over her face with a marker, giving her big glasses and an attempt at a smile, although with her face bleached pale from the sun, it made her face look more like a grinning skull than anything else.
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I held on to the doll while I grabbed the firewood and brought it back with me to the campfire. I’d barely even made it back when Ashley noticed the doll.
“Oh God… Gideon, he’s got another one!”
“Seriously? Steve, where do you keep finding these?”
“On the beach,” I said plainly as I set the firewood down and held up the doll for them to see.
“It’s official, this is the worst one yet,” Ashley said, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. “Does this one look chewed up too?”
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I frowned and looked down at the doll.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “But you gotta admit, it’s one for the collection!”
“Oh, so now it’s a collection,” Gideon said. “You know the first step is admitting that you’ve got a problem.”
“That what you did with your deer heads?” I teased.
“It’s not a problem, it’s art,” He replied.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
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In an effort to annoy my colleagues, I set the Sad Skull Girl (as she had just been christened) down by the fire beside me. Ashley just shook her head and smoothed back her long brown hair before sitting back and reaching for another marshmallow.
“Did anyone ever claim any of those dolls you’ve been collecting?” She asked.
“Nah, they’re sitting on a shelf at home,” I said.
“There’s a shelf now?” Gideon asked, “My dude, how many of these things do you have?”
“I dunno, seven. Eight, now I guess.”
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He just shook his head in faux disgust.
“Crazy…”
“Hey, I’ve still got them up online,” I said. “Maybe one day, someone will claim one!”
I had no idea how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
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***
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I posted Sad Skull Girl to the usual places, asking if she belonged to anyone but I never expected to get a response.
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First time for everything, I guess.
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I woke up around a week after I’d posted her to an email from a woman named Lillie Thompson that read as follows:
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Mr. Lawson
A friend of mine has shown me the doll you posted to social media recently and I regret to inform you that I do recognize it.
I have a close friend - Donald Trantham who’s granddaughter owned a doll identical to the one you shared. A doll who was with her at the time of her disappearance last year.
Please Mr. Lawson, can you reach out to the St. John’s police? Show them what you gave found. Donald is a dear friend of mine. He and his family have suffered greatly from their loss and I want nothing more than to see them receive some closure.
Yours - Lillie Thompson
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I think it goes without saying that reading that email sent a chill through me. The markings on that doll were distinct. While I was sure that identical dolls existed out there, none of them would have had a face like Sad Skull Girl. Someone had drawn on her. Tried to change her face. Tried to make her smile.
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And that someone had been missing for over a year now.
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Obviously, I reached out to the St. John’s Police. I sent them photos of the doll I’d found, along with Lillie Thompson’s email. Then around three days later, I had the police knocking at my door. I answered their questions, told them where I’d found the doll, and even mentioned that Gideon and Ashley had been with me when I’d found it. I even showed them some of the other dolls I’d found washed up along the shore and let the police photograph them. I didn’t think that anything would come of it… but not even a week after they’d interviewed me, they came back.
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Six of the seven dolls I’d found had been connected to children who’d gone missing in the past five years. The police took them as evidence, brought me in for questioning and I told them everything. They even brought in Gideon and Ashley to confirm my stories, since they’d been with me when I’d found a couple of the dolls.
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Ultimately, I wasn’t arrested. My story stood up to every question they asked. But I was still shaken down to my core. All those dolls… the ones whose owners I could not find, were mementos from some missing child, and I couldn’t deny what that probably meant.
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It was a few days after the police questioned me that Ashley invited me out for coffee. We didn’t live in the same city, but she’d come down to talk to the police and figured she’d check in on me while I was there.
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“All those kids…” I said, staring lifelessly down into my cup, “And what about the dolls I didn’t save… how many more…”
“Hey… you had no way of knowing,” She said, putting a reassuring hand over mine. “And you were trying to do the right thing, posting those dolls, trying to see if anyone recognized them! If you hadn’t been doing that, then those parents wouldn’t have heard anything at all! The Police wouldn’t know where to look for…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but I didn’t see any point in trying to spare my own feelings.
“Look for the bodies,” I said. I wasn’t stupid… I knew what the abandoned dolls probably meant.
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Ashley gave a grim nod.
“You did what you could,” She said. “That’s all any of us can do.”
“Yeah… I guess…” I said softly, although I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. Then again… what would be enough?
“And look on the bright side, you’re not a suspect anymore! So… there’s that!” She tried to force a smile but it seemed hollow.
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“Yeah, and whoever the hell’s been doing all of this is still out there,” I said. “I never saw anywhere the dolls could have come from… I never… all I was able to tell the police was that it wasn’t me!”
Ashley’s fake smile faded. She shifted uncomfortably.
“What?” I asked and she sighed.
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“Okay… well… that might not be entirely true,” She said. “When I was talking to the police, they asked me if I saw anything strange out at the lighthouse over the past few years. Something that might be connected to the dolls and… I dunno, maybe it was nothing but I remembered something.”
“Wait, really?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay so, it could be nothing!” Ashley said, “I mean, it’s probably nothing! But every now and then I saw this boat, out on the water. It wasn’t all that big. Gunmetal gray, kinda boxy looking. I usually saw it early in the morning. It only really popped up once every month or so but it was out there pretty frequently. And… look, maybe I’m just making a connection that isn’t really there, but sometimes I thought I saw him throwing something into the water. I always figured that the guy was just out there fishing… but with this stuff about the dolls…”
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My stomach turned.
“You think it was him?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Ashley said. “But the police asked if I remembered anything and that’s what I remembered!”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowed as she did.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” She said.
And maybe it was… I hoped it might be.
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***
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When it was time to rotate back to the lighthouse, I was almost afraid to go. I was even more afraid that Ashley and Gideon wouldn’t be there with me, but they were. Our first few days back were quiet and almost blissfully uneventful. We did our maintenance, we tended the light and we kept to ourselves. In the evenings, I baked bread while Gideon read and Ashley worked on her latest stained glass project and if ever any of us needed to go down to the beach, I let one of them do it.
I didn’t think I could handle finding another doll, knowing what it would probably mean.
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For two weeks, we just sort of existed… until the morning where Ashley saw the boat again.
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I’d been asleep when I heard her yelling, and coming down the stairs.
“Gideon! Steve, get on the radio!” She called.
I sat up, groggy and only half conscious as she burst into my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The boat,” She replied, a grave look in her eye and it took me a moment to realize what she meant.
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Gideon had just barely poked his head out of his bedroom when I ran out. Ashley was already heading back out the door, a pair of binoculars in hand while I got on the radio to call the coast guard. I saw Gideon barreling down the stairs past me, running out the door after Ashley to watch the boat.
“This is Everfolk Point Lighthouse,” I said into the radio. “Calling in regarding a suspicious watercraft.”
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I told them everything, before switching out with Gideon when he came back inside so I could see the boat for myself.
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The gunmetal gray boat sat below the rocky cliffs in the distance, although seemed to be already moving away. Ashley offered me the binoculars and I took them, staring out at the distant boat.
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Behind the wheel, I could see a man. He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with a thin scuff and dead eyes. He stared vacantly ahead, not even noticing us as he passed. I noted every detail of his face… knowing that I may need to identify him again.
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He’d made it a good distance away from the cliffs when we saw the coast guards' ships arriving and as they boarded him, I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.
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If this was the man… then they’d gotten him.
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***
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We heard nothing from the coast guard or the police over the next few days, although once my rotation ended and I made it back home, I heard plenty both on the local news and through a friend of mine who’d married a cop.
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The man on that boat was identified as Brian Ligon. Apparently, he lived in a small cottage, outside of a town several kilometers down the coast from our lighthouse. And while they found no bodies in that cottage, they clearly found enough to arrest him.
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“The way I heard it, the guy was completely nuts!” My friend said, “Soon as they booked him, he’d started screaming and ranting about how he had to kill those kids… how he was actually a good person and he had to ‘feed something’.” She’d shaken her head in disgust, “This is why I never ask about these things. It just makes me sad!”
“Well… I appreciate you asking for me,” I said.
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My friend took a sip of her coffee, giving a frustrated sigh.
“Supposedly, he was throwing those dolls into the ocean because he believed their souls lived inside of them, and were feeding something in the water or something like that… either way it’s crazy.”
“Crazy…” I agreed, although my mind wandered back to the teeth marks I’d seen on some of the dolls.
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I tried not to think too hard about it.
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I read somewhere that Ligon was found dead in his cell the other night… and I can’t pretend that I don’t find the news of his death a little relieving. It’s clear to me that he was a monster… and that there are parts of this story that I do not want to or need to know. I’ve told myself that I won’t pry any further for the sake of my own mental health… I have enough nightmares about the dolls as it is now and there’s a very large part of me that just wants to forget that any of this ever happened.
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But the questions still gnaw at me all the same.
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Ligon was probably crazy… and when he said that he believed he was feeding something in the ocean, those were probably little more than the words of a deeply disturbed individual. But I can’t forget the teeth marks I saw in the plastic flesh of some of those dolls. I know it’s probably nothing, logically it has to be nothing!
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And as I sit here tonight, staring at the only doll I have left, the first one I took from the beach, I can’t help but look at those old scars in her flesh and wonder.