Tórshavn, Faroe Islands.
With the road forked ahead, I became overwhelmed due to the fact I am forced to make a decision. Do I turn around and head back or do I stay where I am and take a nap? A third option, the option I end up choosing, is to chop down a tree with the axe I happened to be carrying. With the lumber I have made, I build a night club because "if you build it, he will come" is more than a quote from a Kevin Costner movie. I work through the night and am finished by day. I wait but no one comes. The sun reminds me it is early, so I take a swim in the pond found at the bottom of the hill. While floating on my back, I gaze back to where I came from and notice the figure frantically waving. I paddle furiously (casually) back to the shore and run up the hill to the figure. I am too late. The night club has been burned to the ground. The figure that called me is nowhere to be found, so I decide to pick up my axe and walk forward.
The Great White wasn't performing, were they?
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