The beautiful Uapa Island was now within telescope range of the hastily repainted Olympic 2. At first, Tzipora had been somewhat reluctant to travel on a "heathen" ice-breaker, as she referred to it, so the Chieftain had to explain that the Olympic 2 had actually been well and truly baptised - pretty much as thorough a baptism as a ship could actually receive, without the baptism progressing to a proper scuttling. In fact, the baptism was so thorough that if it weren't for the insurance small-print denying compensation to the ship's owners for the particular circumstances of baptism Olympic 2 had received, it probably would have advanced to a proper sinking then and there. As it was, the ship's owners had felt it more economically prudent to patch up the (uninsured) gaping hole, repaint the vessel, rename it Titanic 2, and send it on its maiden yet final voyage - this time ensuring that no inconvenient small-print on the insurance contract would invalidate the claim. Before leaving Antarctica, the Chieftain had taken the precaution to ensure the lifeboats were in good working order, and that they were not housed anywhere in proximity to the explosives coincidentally being carried.
"Land ahoy!" exclaimed Mordecai's voice from the crow's nest. The Chieftain looked up and over to his loyal cousin, descending with his nautical telescope in hand. "I can see Uapa Island."
The Chieftain had heard good things about this island. Apparently, it was located within 30 minutes of Rubyland, and there were plans to build a beautiful, golden bridge to the mainland, once the corrupt bureaucracy in mainland Rubyland had been dealt with. There were also rumours that the island was sometimes utilised as a holiday resort for terrorists, and therefore came with some reasonable munitions - nuclear weapons and the like. The Chieftain couldn't be sure, but he also wondered whether this was where his arch-nemesis - and even his clones - sometimes went to holiday. It would be nice if they could all holiday together, and he could somehow convince his clones to renounce their treachery against him and their step-mom, and, if even possible, perhaps convince his arch-nemesis that perhaps they should be working together to free Rubyland from the tyranny of Marxist McGown, rather than continuing the generational squabble that really, truly, was the butcher's fault afterall, and not poor Moses the Oldest.
He checked his watch, and estimated they probably still had several hours before the explosives - presumably placed by Peter Jackson as the previous master of the ship - would detonate.
"Excellent!" shouted the Chieftain back to his First Mate. "Prepare to launch the life boats."
Given Uapa Island's reputation for poor quality internet, and Elon Musk's busyness of late - what with the Twitter lawsuit and providing internet to the downtrodden masses in Iran - the Chieftain decided to send off one final letter to Jennymaesia before manning the lifeboat himself.
It was a cordial letter - the Chieftain had much respect for the great Jennymaesian Empress, who, despite her past differences with the Chieftain, had been able to put these aside when it really mattered. Also, the tabloids were circulating rumours that she had taken pity on the sissy-clone, and she was feigning some sort of friendship with him - even possibly something more serious - in order to salvage his admittedly irredeemable reputation brought about by his stubborn sissiness.
"A little kindness goes a long way," thought the Chieftain to himself. "But that level of kindness is more often associated with saints than empresses..."
"Dear Miss Jenny", the note read. "You are truly the rightful Empress of Jennymaesia. But someone... or someones... have been trying to re-write history of late. Especially where history is easily re-written, such as electronic history. I know this someone greatly vexed my loyal warrioress Tzipora the other day, by attempting to tarnish her honourable name and associating it with the questionable and deplorable Captain Biden. I would not be surprised to find a similar tactic used against you, in order to destabilise your reign, or kingdom. A conspiracy called out as such ahead of its time will usually lose much of its desired impact. Although I very much appreciated the services provided by your Jennymaesian Feminine Division (JFD) during my last visit to Jennymaesia, I must reluctantly advise you that this would be where I would begin my investigations - were I you. However, given that I am not you, and that female brains are for the most part - wired somewhat haphazardly - I will fully understand if this advice is not taken. Cordially, Your nefarious neighbour and part-time nemesis, the Mosestarian (Great) Chieftain". Moses felt obliged to include the word Great in his signature line, because that was his official job title. However, he didn't want the Jennymaesian Empress to think he was getting a big head or worse - the Lanolinland propaganda machine to use it as evidence that he had a "god complex" - so he put the "Great" in brackets.
Once he had sent the letter on its way, he joined his comrades - Tzipora, Mordecai and Bubba - in the life boat, as they covered the final part of their journey to their new island home.
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