May I have more Plot, please, sir?
“…penny for my thoughts!” drawled Brain, scoffing, “I don’t know whether to tell you what I think of how little you value my thoughts or ask what good any amount of money would do me on Faraway.”
Robbie just glared at him while Chad and Amelia shared a bored smirk. Then she softened.
“You drifted off…”
“I was just thinking about a book I’m reading – one of those old mystery books from the nineteen-twenties or thirties that Chad lends me – a carefully constructed plot that accumulates clues and weaves them into a theory that points to the one and only possible culprit: the butler.”
He went on with more wind in his sails after that. He’d gotten them to laugh.
“I thought, if someone tried to put everything that happened to us in the last month or so – during that trouble with the pirates over Pacifica – tried to fashion it into some kind of story, it couldn’t possibly seem like a carefully crafted plot. More like an episodic series of harrowing events – to borrow Lemony Snicket’s phraseology. I’m not sure what the plot was, other than: pirates obviously had it out for us.”
“It’s a kind of McGuffin!” offered Amelia, “A McGuffin once removed. Some unknown objective the bad guys have, and we’re just caught in their path. In their way. That’s all. And then, we have to survive the oncoming semi-truck full of bad guys that’s taken a bead on us, however we can. That’s the story. Just like the trouble with the golden caterpillar! The plot is unknown, flowing all around us. We’re just stuck in the middle! Clueless, minding our own business, yet in dire peril! Still, […]