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Bored out of my mind, I stared out into the empty library when right onto the circulation desk plopped a cape petrel and then a second. Mildly confused, I again looked out into the library and the speckled blue carpet began to move. It began to thrash into water and shelves of books melted into ships. The three oak tables had vanished and were replaced by a fleet of clippers, upon which I leaped and was swiftly greeted and briefed by my first mate. Breathing in lung-fulls of salty air, I gazed into the white sky and began shouting orders I never knew I knew. Cannons blasted as we fought off the bookshelf-ships but on the verge of victory, my supervisor pulled me down from the table and scolded me for my yelling and my conduct.