I call shenanigans on the first boat over bit! All they would have to do is tele-poit to the horizon and a mile or so UP into the sky. While falling, they can get their bearings on their NEXT destination. Rinse, lather, repeat until they hit where their going, and if it got too dangerous, they could simply tele-poit back home.
Once you have sombody on the other end, you could have them tele-poit the others over one by one. And each time somebody came over, they could then poit sombody else, its an endless cycle of poiting!
That works if you assume it takes no energy at all to poit.
If it does take mental energy or something…hundreds of miles from land and too tired to teleport? Nasty way to drown.
It also assumes that the ones teleporting are durable enough to survive hitting something solid going terminal velocity. It’s been shown that poiting keeps the momentum of the one doing so and that much of it would still cause them to reach that speed and they’d have to hit sometime even if they had the stamina to make it all the way across in hopes of 15 miles or so. Bud, Brandi and Jin are the only ones we’ve seen that could survive that impact and may have been around at the time of the crossing.
Best option: largest boat and group that an individual can poit, poit to the horizon (taking the boat and group), repeat until landfall. This would allow rest as needed.
Their map could have been the one the Bellman used in “The Hunting of the Snark”:
He had bought a large map representing the sea,
Without the least vestige of land:
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
A map they could all understand.
“What’s the good of Mercator’s North Poles and Equators,
Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?”
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
“They are merely conventional signs!
“Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!
But we’ve got our brave Captain to thank
(So the crew would protest) “that he’s bought us the best—
A perfect and absolute blank!”
That pose in panel one looks most uncomfortable. I’m surprised he can speak.
I’m surprised Monica HAD him in that pose. No matter how pissed I was, I would not shove my fingers up a little blue god’s nose. That’s just gross.
EWWW! Blue boogers!
they’re ultra rare and probably worth more than the regular green ones
But are they worth more than unicorn boogers?
Unicorn boogers are magical!
I call shenanigans on the first boat over bit! All they would have to do is tele-poit to the horizon and a mile or so UP into the sky. While falling, they can get their bearings on their NEXT destination. Rinse, lather, repeat until they hit where their going, and if it got too dangerous, they could simply tele-poit back home.
Once you have sombody on the other end, you could have them tele-poit the others over one by one. And each time somebody came over, they could then poit sombody else, its an endless cycle of poiting!
That works if you assume it takes no energy at all to poit.
If it does take mental energy or something…hundreds of miles from land and too tired to teleport? Nasty way to drown.
It also assumes that the ones teleporting are durable enough to survive hitting something solid going terminal velocity. It’s been shown that poiting keeps the momentum of the one doing so and that much of it would still cause them to reach that speed and they’d have to hit sometime even if they had the stamina to make it all the way across in hopes of 15 miles or so. Bud, Brandi and Jin are the only ones we’ve seen that could survive that impact and may have been around at the time of the crossing.
Best option: largest boat and group that an individual can poit, poit to the horizon (taking the boat and group), repeat until landfall. This would allow rest as needed.
Their map could have been the one the Bellman used in “The Hunting of the Snark”:
He had bought a large map representing the sea,
Without the least vestige of land:
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
A map they could all understand.
“What’s the good of Mercator’s North Poles and Equators,
Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?”
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
“They are merely conventional signs!
“Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!
But we’ve got our brave Captain to thank
(So the crew would protest) “that he’s bought us the best—
A perfect and absolute blank!”
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