The hippies had had big dreams when they had set out. Riding the unofficially named ship Hippie Power out into the waves had seemed like the perfect idea. Protesting against the blockade, sipping kale-smoothies on the deck while basking in sunny drug-filled bliss was a paradise compared to their previous situation. They had had freedom in the Mzeusian harbour, but out amongst the waves, with nothing but sacrifices to the sea gods keeping the waves calm, had seemed unbelievably liberating. Now however, with the international situation changed, the hippies were left without their destination. No destination meant no glorious protests, and no glorious protests meant no international fame.
Various ideas had been floated, but most of them were rather impractical. The fact was that they were running out of kale and they weren't growing much else. No amount of peace and love could save them from malnutrition at the hands of an enforced all-kale-diet.
It was soon decided that sailing back to Mzeusia was the only option. Not wanting to go into a foreign port, they sent out an urgent request for food. The Mzeusian government responded with several helicopters loaded with food. One hippie faction demanded an immediate peace, but the more rational faction advocating for sensible food consumption won out.
Despite this new destination and with it, a new purpose, disappointment cracked his whip on the backs of all aboard. Even with the copious amount of hallucinogens taken to cope, there were no illusions about what would have transpired should the protest have gone ahead. A conflict, especially a peaceful one with Mussoliiburg would have been a righteous, just, and invigorating affair. It would have spurred the world to further action, and the hippies would have been the cause.
It took three days before someone came up with a plan. The hippies could simply arrive back in Mzeusia with as much pomp and circumstance as possible. If they couldn't draw attention to themselves one way, they would do it another. The Mzeusian press would most likely cover their return whatever they did, but a fabulously kale-filled nudist party would do wonders for their image. The men and women assembled on deck and orders were given. Some were put to work on flower chains, others repainted parts of the ship with brighter, more flowery designs, and others brushed up on their dancing, leading a sizeable number in synchronised dancing on deck, much to the interest of a passing cruise ship. The largest group, however, were locked into a debate about the future of the ship.
This debate dominated the discussion. The older hippies couldn't remember such a time in their history when everyone was so divided. Whether to plant kale or sweet potatoes as the primary vegetable on ship had come close, and that terrible episode still left some in cold sweats.
Staying in Mzeusia and waiting for the next conflict was one idea put forward. Those taking up arms for that position argued that patience was a core value for hippies. Another group said that once in harbour, the hippies should focus all their energy on kale-growth and petitioning the government for more land. A slick advertising campaign, they said, would rally more hippies to their cause. The backers of this idea were not united, however. A subgroup decided that declaring the First Hippie Reich would be the best marketing strategy, but after being threatened with being pushed overboard, those hippies quietened down. Perhaps the plan with the most support however, advocated for a resupply in Mzeusia, diversification of crops to make the ship sustainable, and then embarkation out into the Lazarene oceans for an epic journey with the aim of spreading hippie values to all.
As the hippies sailed back to Mzeusia, many paths lay open to them.