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This is a log of an online roleplay on PernMUSH. This is not fanfiction, and the characters are copyright their respective players - 19th December, 2001

This high-ceilinged hallway is a reflection of the one below. It is vaguelyoctagonal in shape, with tall, arched doorways leading in different directions. The wide grey flagstones of the floor are worn from years of tread, but lie bare of carpeting, as life this near the water is often wet and muddy. The area is saved from being drab by the cushions of rich Tillek blue on the benches that stand between the doorways. Niches in the stone walls above the seats hold the creative works of past crafters and residents, many of these artifacts reflecting an impression of life near the sea.

A wide stone stairway at the south end of the hall leads down to the second floor of the hold. A shorter stairway leads northwest to the Inner Hold, where guest suites are kept prepared and family and staff have quarters. The arched doorway to the dormitory, a cozy room where people sometimes gather in the evenings, is open in the southwest wall and a cheery fire is most always lit, to welcome visitors. Hallways in which hold residents and crafters keep apartments stretch to the west and east, respectively, each accessible by a short stairway. If you 'look' down each hall, a small brass plate with etched names will inform you of the room's occupants.

Obvious exits:
Stairs Down Inner Hold Residents' Hall Crafters' Hall Dormitory

Deep blue eyes look out of this rounded little face, the picture of innocence should she want to appear so. Her little snub nose seems usually turned upright, giving this child a mischievous if not haughty air that often comes with being the youngest child. A sprinkling of freckles cross over that nose and onto her lightly tanned cheeks, which unless she's been cornered by a nanny or her mother recently, are probably streaked with dirt. Straight almost white-blond hair hangs to just past her neck, whisps often flicking around in disarray with the ends slightly curling under. She is 3 Turns, 1 months, and 12 days old.

A once lightly coloured shift is now not so lightly coloured in places, showing signs that this child has probably been outside exploring again probably not here she should have been. A knot sits on her shoulder, which shows to be from Tillek hold. It has been tied on more tightly than usual, obviously to ensure that it is not lost in the child's expeditions. Usually not out of her grasp is a small wooden boat with the small words 'Little Rose' painted carefully in red lettering.

Fairuzah comes up the stairs from the lower levels of the hold.

Rose sits on the top step, tapping her feet on the stair below and muttering to herself. "Not a naughty Rose. I is a good girl, and Da thinks I is too." she takes one of the shoes that are awfully muddy and throws it down the stairs, purely to hear the *thump thump thump* as it falls to the hall below. Sulky three turn old?

That tumbling, muddy shoe flips off a riser and into the outstretched palm of Fairuzah, who balances a metalwork tray upon one hip, her skirts falling behind her as she stoops slightly. With a soft, rueful smile upon her features, the young woman makes her slipper-quiet way to the landing, and the sulky three Turn old.

Rose pouts, just slightly, for she wouldn't want anyone to tell her mother that she was throwing things down the stairs. Looking up then cause the shoe didn't *thud* at the bottom just the way that she'd intended, she notices the assistant headwoman. "You did got my shoe."

Fairuzah would not tell anyone's mother about the occurences she witnesses either, unless it were truly needed. But then again the young assistant headwoman is known for keeping confidences, and a silent tongue. "I did indeed, and perhaps I should let it join its mate, do you think?" Faira asks kindly, setting the linen-covered tray to one side as she kneels two steps below Rose, the better to look at her.

"It not like it's mate." Rose states pointedly and proceeds to throw the other shoe towards the Lord and Lady Holder's doorway. "They do have to stay not together." This little act of defiance seems to calm her though, and she turns back with the smallest of smiles. "And boats not wear shoes. Mam did say "Put shoes on Rose." so I did run, and she did catched me and putted me in mine room, but I did gets out."

Raising a brow both at the brevity of the speech, and the fiery passion of such a small tender girl, Faira simply listens to the tumbling words with a calm demeanor. A folded pile of linens were meant for casual dining, but taken from the tray they make a quickly handy method for cleaning off the one shoe she has, which is placed nearby Rose after it is wiped clean. "Why did you run?" she asks after a time, looking not at the far-flung footgear, but at its owner.

Rose sighs dramatically. "Mam did say, "Rose, you do be getting the snizzles if you no wear your shoes." But i not like shoes. They do hurt my foots, see?" She lifts one foot at that, and points to her littlest toe. "On that one. Hurted it like it were a sidercaw in mine shoe." A look is given the cleaned shoe, lest it turn around and nip at her.

Hamari walks in from the guest dorm to the southeast.

Fairuzah is kneeling upon a riser two steps below Rose, who sits grumpy and shoe-less upon the top of the staircase; beside the assistant headwoman is a linen-covered tray, which she just set down to speak with the little.

Hamari waits above them, hunkering down beside the less than happy infink

Fairuzah places a thoughtful thumb to her mouth, tilting her head to one side as she debates; a long skein of curls falls into her dreamy amber eyes as she does so. "Instead of running, perhaps you could have told your mam that they hurt your feet. What do you suppose would have happened then?" she asks with soft impression, watching.

One slender hand is raised respectfully to the Harper as Faira speaks to Rose, one young lady to another. Hamari remains quietly where she is, listening for the child's response.

Rose shakes her head solemnly "She did say "Rose you do be wearing shoes." and thinks that me did put a sidercaw in there on purpose. But I not been able to catched them, cause they do be /too/ fast. " Something suggests that the little did indeed try and catch one of the nipping creatures. Catching the wave she turns her little head. "Auntie 'Mari. I not be running far today. Mine shoes did falled off."

"Fell off with no help at all, fancy that, Harper Hamari," the young apprentice woman smiles wryly as she rises, a rustle of velvet skirts and a sweep of rusty coloring. Looking down at Rose, Faira asks a final question. "So why then, did you leave your room after your mam placed you within it?" She holds no judgement, only casual curiosity .. though to some it may be apparent she is attempting to make the little realize consequences to actions.

Hamari grins at the child, a soft expression easing the normal firmness of her face. "Ahh, they did? And where did they fall off? And where were the spiderclaws you wanted to catch?"

Fairuzah delicately picks her way past the tray and Little Rose as she gathers the other shoe, and cleans it with the same linen as before, until the pair are reasonably decent appearing.

Hamari watches as Faira picks up the second shoe and moves to one side, leaning against the wall as she listens for Rose's answers.

Rose watches that other shoe with a frown. "I did tooked them off and then I did throwed it down the stairs, but it not go *thump* the way that it was sposed to. It did make a sound like a drum though." She looks over to her /dear/ harper with eyes widening. "When I do play mine pipe, can I play a drum too?" A change of subject, surely not.

Hamari's dark eyes gleam with suppressed mirth but she makes a determined effort to remain solemn. "Rose, we'll have to talk about the playing tomorrow, Fairuzah needs to talk to you about the shoes right now."

Fairuzah thinks enough has been said about the shoes, which she places in reach of Rose should the little wish to take them up. "I think the shoes look rather content to be with one another, don't you think so too Harper?" she asks Hamari with a soft smile, dusting off her skirts. "I know what might make you feel better about the shoes, though," she adds with a gently conspiratorial tone to the little lass. "Shoes are not supposed to make you feel as though spiderclaws were inside. But perhaps some -sandals- would be fun, so you can splash and wade in the water to catch spiderclaws, and then walk about the Hold as well."

Rose gives a little shrug. "Sandals to play in the sand. I do like sand. There do be lots of good things to catch in the sand, and you can throw it at 'Lex." She grins broadly "That do be fun. Lex does scream and scream."

With a faint frown, Faira finds her emphasis somewhat misplaced by the little lass' declaration. "Well, there is that, but the important thing is that you are fitted with shoes that do not hurt your feet; and that is something I do not think your Lady mother knows of," the young woman decides with a soft nod. "Rather like throwing sand," she murmurs off-handedly towards the Harper.

Hamari snorts softly as she stifles a laugh. "Hmmm, no doubt the Lady will be learning many things, eh?" She slowly rises to her feet. "Was Rose supposed to be in her nursery, Faira?"

Fairuzah gives an amused sidelong look to Hamari as though the glaringly obvious has just been stated. "One would gather so," is the lofty remark she makes, and no other utterance. Taking up the tiny shoes in one hand, the young woman stoops swiftly to gather the shining metal tray and rest it upon one hip, preparing to knock upon the door of the Lord and Lady's apartments. "Rose, would you like to share some sweet toast?" she asks of the girl.

Rose shakes her head at them both. "Not sleeping in the nursery. I do be a big girl now and was in there." She points to her parent's room. "That do be where I runned from." She sighs, realising that she hadn't run anywhere near far enough. However, at the mention of the sweet toast, she brightens and offers an invitation "You two do come and have some sweet toast too?"

Hamari blithely smiles, never afraid of asking the obvious. "My time sense isn't always accurate, for sure. But it is definitely evening snack time, eh?"

"Apparently it is so," decrees Fairuzah, who smiles at both companions, and knocks upon the doors after slipping the shoes into a pocket for safekeeping.

Hamari takes up the rear as they wait at the door. "Hmmm, wonder what else there is beside sweet toast?" She grins.

Fairuzah shares a smile with Hamari as she glances lightly over the linen-covered tray. "A little of this and a little of that, whatever Cook would let me snatch from the pantries," is all she will say.

Selchin comes through the doorway from the holder's apartments.

Standing tall and straight, this slender woman carries herself with anunconcious grace. Her blonde hair spills past her shoulder blades, held by two thin silver combs set low at the nape of her neck. The restraint seems only slightly effective, as strands slip loose and float about her face, to be blown or brushed aside. Her dark-lashed, blue eyes sparkle with wit and intelligence. She has a light sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her straight, unassuming nose. Her wide, expressive mouth and high cheekbones give her an innocent, almost delicate, appearance, but that is belied by a somewhat determined set to her chin.

Sel wears a long, sleeveless tunic of deep blue sisal. Fellis blooms of rich purple have been embroidered at random across the shirt and the rich sheen of the needlework gleams in the light. Her cream sisal trousers flow lightly around long legs as she walks. Long, narrow feet are clad in soft black slippers of brushed wherhide. Piercing each earlobe is a small gold loop and a silver ring catches the light from the third finger of her left hand. A thick knitted shawl, its creamy color bright against her dress, is thrown across her back and knotted at her right shoulder against any chill in the air. Around her shoulder is an intricatly woven blue-and-white knot that identifies her as Tillek's Lady.

Sel is around 38 turns old. (+detail available)"

Regex comes through the doorway from the holder's apartments.

Regex is lean and tall in stature, turns of work have given him a wirey build that speaks of endurance as well as strength. He keeps his platinum white hair and beard trimmed short. His bright blue eyes twinkle at you from his rudy face. With a deep tan and fine wrinkles his face has the look of weathered leather, earned from many days on the open sea. The fine lines of his jaw and face add to the over all impression of ruggedness.

He has a worn blue captians cap on his head, with an anchor embroidered just above the bill. He is wearing a heavy weyr hide apron that has various tools set in pockets or loops on it. it goes down to his knees and looks like it's been well used.. He is wearing a navy blue cable knit sweater, with a crew cut neck. His legs are covered with a pair of black trousers.

He appears to be about 50 turns old.

Fairuzah is just in the movements to knock upon the Lord and Lady Holder's apartments, one hand upraised to rap knuckles along the wood, when the self same tenants appear at the lintel; balancing a tray upon her hip, the young woman is surprised. "Pardon me!" she exclaims as the contents nearly slip off the platter and tumble down the steps.

Hamari grins as the Holders enter, and backs away to give them room. "Good evening, Lady Selchin, Captain. Rose is right here, too."

Regex blinks..

Selchin starts back as faira comes close to smacking her in the face, bumps into the captain, then chuckles and moves forward again. She scans the small group, ready to make her greetings and then starts when she spies her young daughter sitting on the top step! Her mouth opens and closes twice and she sighs. "Why that little scamp!" is about all she can say.

Hamari chuckles softly and murmurs to Selchin. "Fairuzah can fill you in, something about running from the spiderclaws in her shoes, or throwing the shoes to get rid of them, I believe." Of course it has to sound like a good tale!

Blushing as though she were personally responsible, Faira seeks out a convenient side table on which to place the linen-covered tray, and hold up a respectful hand to Selchin. "Lady, she is a willful child, but she is also more sensible than some adults I know," the young assistant headwoman begins. She makes a soft wince at the Harper's interpretation. "It is not exactly like that, you see ..."

Selchin blinks,"Spiderclaws??", nodding at Hamari's words. "In her shoes?" She sounds uncertain as to this last.

Rose at least has the decency to look a little ashamed at being caught sitting out in the hallway instead of asleep in her bed. "But Mam, they did bite me. Mine shoes did bite mine toes, see." One foot, probably the same on e as before is thrust into the air in a most unladylike manner. 'Bited me on that toe there.!"

Hamari winks at Faira's expression and chuckles fondly as her sweet 'niece' waggles a wee foot in the air.

Selchin grins helplessly at the child, the piggies that wiggle in the air and gives Hamari and Faira a look as if to say 'What's a mum to do?'. She turns back to Regex,"Perhaps, *you* might speak to the child about *not* leaving the vicinity of our quarters or the childrens', sir?" She calls in the Big Dragon to make a *real* impression.

The shoes in question are pulled from an inner pocket by Fairuzah, who presents them to Selchin without preamble. "Not spiderclaws -in- the shoes, but the -feeling- as though they did. You see?" she gestures to the girl's outstretched foot. "The shoes are too small, and improperly fit I suspect. Small wonder she complains and throws them away when told to wear them." Faira has the look of a hopeful diplomat that perhaps this will solve the difficulty.

Regex examines the shoes sagely..

Hamari gives the faintest of sighs... of course tight leather is so logical and the spiderclaws made such a lovely mental image, wee ones hidden inside the corners clinging to the edge of the sole, reaching and pinching a poor soft toe.

Selchin hmmmms thoughtfully, nodding as she takes the offered shoes from Faira, nodding at the girl's words. "An excellent idea." she praises,"Quite sensible, in fact, Faira, and we shall look into that possibility. But, still...." She nods in the direction of her husband and his daughter, saying very quietly,"She should not leave the quarters without informing one of us or a nanny and that is something she *must* learn."

"The shoes did get small." The little in the centre of such discussions pipes up, having found courage in the fact that Faira seems to be taking her side in this. " And they did nip at mine toe." Again the feet wiggle about. "Mine feet don't need shoes, Mam and I didn't run too far, just did sit out on here and watch them go *tump thump thump* like a drum."

Regex bellows 'Ten-son...

Regex eyes the little.

Fairuzah nods at Selchin's words, and gives a bowing of the waist as she steps to one side, her own thoughts heard, and acknowledged. The young woman agrees implicitly with the Lady's own feelings, and says nothing in reply to the contrary; her hands clasp together at her waist as her fingers lace, worrying slightly for the tiny child.

Rose in a perfect act of obedience to her beloved father, jumps up from her spot on the stair and stand up as straight as she can "Aye aye , Sir." a little voice offers.

Hamari straightens to her full height at the Captain's bellow.

Regex squats on his heels after moving infront of the little in question..

Regex takes a moment to examine the state of Rose's apparel..

Fairuzah even draws herself upright at that bellow, heels together as she leans back slightly; her hands eventually come back together at her waist once it mentally sinks in that -she- is not the one being drawn up by the Captain.

Seeing what Regex is peering at, the young woman -knows- he shan't be pleased with the state of Rose's garments. Rose makes a valiant attempt to stand still at her father's inspection, looking him straight in the face, her own experssion solemn.

Regex gives rose a stern look.

Regex says "Ye were away from yer post lass."

Rose stays at attention, but a little tear starts to escape and trickles it's way down from the corner of her eye. "Yes, Da. But Mam did say..." She stops then, glancing over to her mother, then back to her clothes, her special escaping clothes. "Yes, Da."

Regex says "ye know why sailors stay at their posts?"

Hamari observes with interest the Captain's way of handling the important lesson.

Rose nods her head solemnly, then it slowly changes as she starts to shake her head, having no idea what is coming, but fearing that it can't be good. "No, Da."

Frowning softly at the little lass, Faira slips from her sleeve a linen kerchief, twisting the fabric about one hand as she observes with interest and approval, wishing plainly that she could wipe away the tears on those tiny cheeks all the same. Leaning over discretely to the Harper, she murmurs a few words to Hamari.

Regex says "so they, or their crew don't get hurt."

Fairuzah mutters to Hamari, "... Regex runs... tight... a... matter... person here is a... his... his little... is... But the... small..."

Selchin has done this before and just staaaaays out of it, standing back near the others. She glances over her shoulder at Faira's soft remark, but her attention returns directly back to Captain Regex and Lady Rose.

Hamari listens to Faira and nods at her words. "Not too small to learn," She murmurs back. She gives a small rueful smile to the Assistant HW. "I need to head back into my room, give my regards when they are done what they need to do. " She speaks a little louder. "Excuse me, Captain, Lady, Faira, Rose... I'll be off now."

Rose ohs in an even quieter voice "I not get hurt though. I did sit just here with mine shoes."

Hamari slips quietly into the dorm, as not to disturb any sleeping occupants.

Regex nods "Aye,

Selchin nods with a smile to the harper, murmuring a good evening as the young woman leaves.

Regex says "If a sailor isn't at his post, someone else might get hurt too."

Fairuzah clucks a tongue at Rose's statement of simply 'sitting with her shoes'. The tiny footwear did not end up in her pocket because the child was 'sitting' with them ... but she does not say anything, keeping to the wise words of the Harper, and the example of Lady Selchin. Still, her hands knot the kerchief about her knuckles, and her amber eyes are darkened with tender pity.

The young woman is too soft-hearted sometimes.

Rose looks between her parents and nods again. "Like Lex. Could Lex get hurted if I runned away?" Unable to think of anyone else for the moment, she pauses. "Or Caylee. Caylee does run away with me too."

Regex nods..

Regex says "Aye.."

Regex lets the lass think on that a moment. Regex says "When a sailor does need to leave their post, they ask the officer on deck first..That way the officer knows where they are and can help keep them safe.So they don't get hurt."

Rose thinks carefully before asking her Captain. "Da, I go to the docks and stand on the post at the end of them? I tie me with the rope so I not fall off. I be /very/ careful. Alright?" There, she's let him know where she'll be, asked permission /and/ made sure that she won't get hurt.

Selchin chokes on her laughter and has to turn to hde her face in Faira's shoulder!!

Regex grins, and shakes his head "Ye need an officer on the dock to report to first.

Regex says "now, who are the officers?"

Fairuzah is too agape to do anything but watch in amazed slack-jawed wonder at the sheer bold audacity of such a tiny child. Slowly she brings up one hand to pat at Selchin's shoulders and cover her open mouth with the other.

Rose ohs and smiles a little now her father doesn't look so fierce. "You, Da! You do be the officer, you come and tie me to the post, alright?"

Regex says "who else be officers?"

Rose thinks some more "That nice Mas'er Jacob, Mam.." She looks over to her mother then and grins. "And me!"

Selchin mutters to Fairuzah, "... this... to... with..."

Regex chuckles, "Not yet lass, ye not be an officer until ye be bigger.

Fairuzah mutters to Selchin, "Perhaps... not such... bad... to tie her... the... eye..."

Selchin's shoulders shke with silent laughter and she coughs back another burst at Rose's responses.

Fairuzah daubs at her eyes with the kerchief in her hands; is -she- tearing up from the stifled laughter now? Another is offered to Lady Selchin under the premise that she needs the cloth to cough into and ease her breathing; her own whispered response is shot though with snorting giggles barely contained.

Regex says "I be Cap'n, so I be an officer, ye mum be next, .. Faira be another.. And Capt'n Jac be one too."

Selchin nods, hankie clasped tightly against her mouth, indicating her support of Da's words.

"But I do be a big girl. You did say that I was a big girl now." Rose looks a little confused "I is not a baby. I do be a...' A sigh then, "yes Da."

Regex says "Aye, ye do be a big girl, but ye not be an officer yet.."

Regex says "not all sailors are officers"

Rose tilts her head and thinks some more. "But I do want to be one."

Regex says "good."

Regex says "Now.. let's see..

Regex looks stern for a moment, and barks.. "At-Ease."

Rose relaxes somewhat, and reaches her little hands round to grasp them behind her back. One would probably get the distinct impression that she's watched this drill a little too often for one of her age. She waits expectantly for the next words of wisdom from her father.

Regex says "Now come here and get Hugs.."

Regex holds his arms out.

Selchin glides forward, smiling at the outcome of this 'talk'. So far. She leans to hug Regex as he orders, more smothered laughter bubbling near the surface!

Rose giggles "Mam, that does me mine hugs." Not to be outdone, she near leaps across the hall and into the group hug that's forming.

Fairuzah clasps her hands together, holding the filmy kerchief between them; the young woman smiles warmly, clapping her palms lightly in gladness that such a difficult and important lesson has been learned so smoothly, at such a tender age for the tiny lass. Keeping her respectful distance as is proper, she awaits she appropriate time afterwards now, to offer the contents of the linen-covered tray to those present in the corridor.

Regex gives Rose Hugs! and Selchin too. as he says "Aye lass, methinks ye be an officer someday.

:Rose wriggles her way out of the hug to stand herself up proudly. "Me?"

Regex says "Aye, but not yet.."

"When I do be four?" Rose asks in all seriousness. Four turns being /such/ an old age.

Nodding softly with Regex's decision, Faira softly agrees with the statement. "Someday I am certain, you will be a model officer that many will look up to," she chuckles dreamily to the little lass.

Regex shakes his head, "not at four..

Rose hmms "Five?"

Regex says "Fourteen perhaps, but not four.."

Regex says "and the of a small boat."

Rose blinks "Fourteen?" The girl just blinks some more, she can't even count that far properly but that doesn't matter. "Mine own boat?'

Regex nods.

Regex says "Aye, but ye have lots to learn, and lots to grow afore then."

Selchin echoes, as if to reinforce."*Lots*."

Rose says"And you do be going to teach me, alright?" Rose nods as she speaks. A negative answer is not an option here."

Regex says "Aye."

Rose bounces across the hallway, neatly landing on the floor at Faira's feet. Looking up she grins broadly "I do be going to have a boat."

Regex says "Aye, first ye be needing to learn how to follow orders.."

Rose remembers then what she's supposed to be doing. "Yes, Da. You do be getting the rope or me do it?"

Fairuzah smiles indulgently down at the little lass, glancing to Lord Regex as he speaks. "This is true, Rose ... but imagine, you could name the ship whatever you like, even Little Rose like your own special boat!" she winks.

Selchin sucks up her laughter quickly so as not to spoil the importance of this lesson, and reaches to squeeze Regex's arm firmly. Moral support and all that.

Regex considers..

Regex says "How bout we do that tomarrow."

Faira's extra hankie finds itself pressed against the Lady Holder's mouth again, hiding her smile.

Regex says "It be time to sleep now...so yer orders be, to get clean, and in your night clothes, and then in your bed to sleep."

Selchin smiles, turning to the table to lift the tray Faira had originally brought up as Regex collects the Boat Child. She smiles warmly,"Good night, Faira. Thank you for bringing this and I shall see you at breakfast for our morning talk."

Rose gives a sad little nod and takes the first of teensy tiny steps towards the room. "Aye, Sir." More steps, and a forelorn glance back to those in the hall still, then she disappears through the doorway.

You step through the door into Selchin and Regex's apartments.

Tillek Hold - Selchin and Regex's Quarters

You stand in a large room on the east side of the inner hold. The door to the hallway is in the west wall, and the doorway to the sleeping chamber in the north wall. There is a cheery fire in the fireplace in the south wall. The heavy metal shutters in the large bay window in the east wall are closed, protecting the room from the elements.It is comfortably furnished - a thick carpet on the stone floor, a rocker and armchair, a bentwood love seat, a small table, and a desk.

Contents:
Lyric(#13270JQep)

Obvious exits:
Hallway Bedroom Workroom

Selchin comes through the doorway from the hall.

Regex comes through the doorway from the hall.

Regex takes off his apron and hangs it on his workbench.

Regex says "If ye hurry, I tell ye a storry."

Rose changes quickly out of her exploring clothes and into her nightdress. "I do be hurrying." She calls from inside the clothing as it fights her attempts to put it on in a hurry. "A story about a Rose boat?"

Regex says "aye.. "dont forget to clen.."

Regex says "er clean now."

Rose looks at her hands "They not be too dirty? Mam?" She holds her hands out for inspection.

Regex chuckles, and points at the wash basin.. "

Regex says "face and ears too."

Rose races across the room, and makes liberal use of the water and cloth to clean face, hand /and/ ears before she hurries back, and holds her hands up again "Better, alright?"

Selchin chuckles, nodding at the child, and crosses towards the window. She pulls it partway closed and settles herself in her rocker,"Clean enough, Rose Boat."

Regex says "Alright, in bed now.."

Regex says "A long long time ago, in a land far away.. there was a Captain....."