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// Log 4124: Boating Home 
// Story: Space Horse 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	Alrighty. The boat arrived today, so I've got to start turning my focus back on the portal to Equestria while this boat I'm on brings me from wherever I was back to home.

Speaking about the boat... it's certainly no yacht by any means, nor is it some shoddy sailboat that looks like it came from a junkyard. Ranell, Delmar, and I were rescued by a bunch of our guys in a rented speedboat, contrary to our expectations of waking up to a helicopter or a small private plane or whatever.

Bleh. Anyways, aside from missing my expectations with the boat, I guess I'll be returning to watching over the progress of things while the portal's being worked on. After all, along with finally being "home" again, part of our funding deal was that we'd also have to attempt to open trade relations with Equestria when I arrive, which is partially why Delmar is likely coming with me as well. The other reason why he's coming might be because he doesn't appear to like living on this planet anymore. I'm not sure where I heard that, though. It's just a rumor.

Either way... once the first portal is built, in order to open proper trade we also have to be able to scale the size of the portal to a proportion that would allow for mass transit and high capacity shipments, meaning that the portal design that's currently being used will need to pretty much be scaled up to monstrous proportions.





It's always nice to feel the ocean breeze blowing in your face. The saltiness in the air, the crashing waves, there's quite a bit to enjoy out in the ocean when you're not panicking about being stranded. (That is, aside from seasickness. Delmar seems to always be the unlucky one these days.)

With our current speed, I'm pretty sure that the island we were on is probably just one sitting near the mainland of whatever country, 'cause we've pretty much been at cruising speed the entire time, and a trip from the middle of the ocean at this speed would take us days to return. That being said, I've noticed that Ranell seems to be letting himself loose quite a bit more often as well, laying back on the seats and such when normally he just kinda bundles himself up out of fear that he might lose control of himself and lash out at something again. He's talked before about stuff like his hand attacking himself or something like that, and honestly, I'd rather not see that. I'm just glad that he's getting more and more under his own control these days with the help of his meds... and perhaps a bit of stealthy muscle tweaking on my part in the late hours. Besides, isn't nerve rewiring basically just biological circuit design in a way?

Meh.