so we found Atlantis

JOURNEY TO ATLANTIS

The cold Atlantic spray spills over the bow of the SS Minnow Johnson, as the Rock of Gibraltar slowly fades into the copper-hued skyline.

Suddenly, we hear Nick call out from starboard. 

“LAND HO!”

We rush to the guardrail, squinting while snagging our trusty binoculars.

Then we see him.

A solitary figure hovers over the water...

And he’s staring right at us. 

José, our latest Guatemalan intern helmsman, adjusts course. 

We pull up alongside the anomaly, and as we get closer, start to recognize the strange silhouette...

“Great Scott... 

It’s SOL BRAH!”

The Australian smiles and nods, then pops in a fresh nugget as his voice booms across the water:

“Welcome friends. You have done well.

The Atlanteans greatly enjoy your Greco Gum product down here in the depths...

And I have decided to join them as their guardian. Thus, your followers are now welcome to visit... if they can find us.

But let it be known:

For all those who want to join me...

They cannot pass through the gates without wielding a trusty blue tin.”

Suddenly, the waters begin to swirl and part behind him, revealing...

*TO BE CONTINUED*

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