one day, ophelia, otherwise known as princess delirium, jyliet (+maddy) and mack, the homo-est of romeos, woke up on a tiny raft in a huge ocean. as we collected plastic, planks, and palm leaves, we were confident that despite our troubles we could succeed.
we soon found out that surviving would be a lot more difficult when we noticed the shark. bruce the shark, we'd call him. he bit us, he bites us, and he will bite us some more. and our raft! our beautiful raft!
despite it all, together we've built a home away from whatever home we once had, and we become soup-rich along the way.
because all that we do, we do for the good of the raft. we each have our tasks: mack is the boat master, jyliet is the jack-of-all-trades, and ophelia keeps us alive. and we all explore.
we last visited balboa island. bears attacked us before we discovered blueberries, we fell off cliffs on purpose and on accident, and eventually we hit the lever hard enough to drop the bridge. what will we get up to next time?
see? along the way, we've gotten up to some wild stuff, and our raft has gone through a ton of improvements. let's take a trip through our journal and look back...
what humble beginnings! ophelia is standing behind the sail on our humble raft while jyliet, wearing a boar's head, rummages through plastic storage
the beautiful pink dawn of a new day is made all the better while holding a plastic cup
don't remember who was asleep, but they were gonna freak out when they opened their eyes and mack's wearing a monstrous dead shark's head
our raft is so beautiful! wow, the two green sails and purple sail, string lights, the beginning of a third floor deck, a sign that says da catio, and a sign that says "fuck" because they forgot what was on the sign... perfect catio
another great view of the front of the raft, but this time you can see more of the checkerboard raft tiles and our colored pillars next to our cooking pot. plus a cool action shot of jyliet+maddy jumping off the second floor
jyliet standing ominously next our golden lucky cat on a red rug in the center of the raft's foundation, especially with the two of them bathed in gold torch light like that
torch-lit late evening, fish on the grill next to the meal zone box and the metal plz storage of our natural wood and thatch raft... what could be better?
it's the little things, like this corner on our second-story: shelf and window, flower, aloe, torch, and rug
us relaxing at sea on a green couch
for the good of the raft
bruce bit mack so hard he rotated 20 degrees counterclockwise
mack watching the bathtube silliness and admiring our lovely architecture
