A sailor went to sea, to see what he could see, but all that he could see, was nothing of terrible importance. This, of course, should have been the end to this NyQuil substitute of a tale, but suddenly, a plot appeared! The sailor, with the one eye still open, spotted an inter-dimensional, pan-epochal space-time rift. He immediately paddled forth, apparently without a sail. Soon enough, he reached the portal and was vacuumed into a new setting. He gasped, relieved to at least be alive and in one piece. Yet all that he could see, was nothing of terrible importance.