Horizon infinity.

- We have left the land and taken to our ship! We have burned our bridges - more, we have burned our land behind us! Now little ship take care! The ocean lies all around you true; true it is not always roaring, and sometimes it lies there as if it were a silken golden and favourable dream. But there will be times when you will know that it is infinite and that there is nothing more terrible than infinity ...

The Last Trump, is the fourth in a series of unusual vessels captained by Red Quinn. There is some argument whether the crew are Pirates, Buccaneers, or Privateers. Quinn maintains that they at least agree they are all occultists, or possibly failing that occulists. Even the sea they sail upon is notoriously difficult to define, occasionally the cold hard and slightly tangy vacuum of space, the heavy waters of philosophy, or tides of sophistry which sometimes, just sometimes, bear them home. Quinn's latest ship is the largest yet, and it has some problems₁... The crew are undoubtedly scurvy dogs ( and some wolves ), and the general state of war between the captain and the first mate does little to improve matters. That said... A huge ship with guns and neato outfits... Cool! Further Details; The Mendicant Crew Roster. The Last Trump and its imaginal maritime history, and The Captain's Problem Page. The standard disclaimer applies₂

A ship sails over to the clouds. And now her sails are bathed in red;
A strange ship! - for her sails are shrouds, 
Her hull the four planks of the dead

Vincent O'Sullivan

¹ One major problem is dealt with by what Quinn and Inside refer to as careening, a process normally used to remove sea life from the hull. The Trump is careened of Bitey Biteys, by sailing it across the corona of the sun.
² The Standard disclaimer is that everything in this is true, use it in school reports and get loads of extra marks. Go on you know you want to. The Last Trump may or may not be a copyright owned by God Co. Ltd. Used with permission suspicion.