I don’t know why I bother calling these Mandrake comics when Mandrake isn’t even in them.

My rendering of New York is not much more accurate than Chefelf’s daydream. It’s sort of the city in Blade Runner, maybe? And Abraham Lincoln is there? And there’s a king? I don’t know if he’s the king of New York or just a random king. I guess they have the United Nations there.

This was drawn, inked, scanned, and posted at work (I take casual Friday seriously. Casual Friday means you don’t do work, right?) before I dashed off to spend the weekend with the real Eskimo Jones, who, by the way, totally works on a boat now. Life imitates art. Maybe she can give me some retroactive technical advice on sailing and piracy.

In the bustle of what appears to be Times Square, maybe??:
PHIL: It is an awfully big city, isn’t it?
KRYS: Don’t worry. We have a guide.
In front of the closed door to a building:
KRYS: Behold!
VOICE ON BUZZER: Come on up!
In front of the closed door to an apartment in the building:
KRYS: Behold!
Chefelf opens the door.
CHEFELF: Welcome to New York!