Mark Trail is still shot in the head, still floating in a small boat out on a stormy sea, and now he’s about to wash up on a deserted beach — deserted, that is, except for a raven-haired woman. The Comics Curmudgeon himself Josh speculates that this is a modern-day retelling of the Odyssey, with our hero marooned on the island of Calypso. Could it be?
I tend to doubt it, as Odysseus was a smart fellow, the guy who suggested the building of the Trojan horse, which ultimately destroyed Troy. What could Mark possibly come up with that might remotely compare?
CC’s Sequitur’s suggestion was a natural (just like pure maple syrup):
And not to be outdone, CC’s Effluvius Erratus gives Mark his Homeric due (d’oh!):
Sing, o muse, of the man of wood and wild,
Oak-fisted and subtle as a bullet to the head,
Who speaks his thoughts for all to hear
And wonder at his phrasing weirdly bold,
Who aftering ravaging Cherry’s well-stacked
Tow’ring pancakes, wandered far and wide,
Bidden by the God of Plots to seek
The secrets of the Cravated Smith, whose
Diamond lures in which secrets wait.
Sing, muse, o sing of Kelly Welly
Brain of jelly, sent by dread god Elrod,
To foil and finagle the Man of Wood…
It is all too, too wonderful!
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