Stavanger Bay avast ye!

OooOoOo, I see what you did there

Sam remained folded up as Kekoa took his leave, waiting for his body to be taken and steered in directions he did not choose. But the pirate did not come. What fun was there to be had with no-one around to 'arrr' and curse at?

Slowly, like a flower fearing that the last frost is still to come, Sam unfurled and crept towards the gift that Kekoa had left him. A mushroom? He stared at the squat thing with its little hat, wondering if it was meant to represent something. A metaphor?

Dismissing the mushroom with a shake of his head, Sam slunk back into the forest – and took with him a sliver of metaphorical mycellium that would grow into an idea.