“You? A pirate versed in the art of diplomacy. Some trump card! Besides, the Syck Monkey’s children don’t speak. They hear, they see, they smell, they scream and they sense.”
“He’s is their father and mother. He can communicate. So can I.”
“Funny,” the King-of-All-Things, says, “the Syck Monkey and I have an understanding too.”
“Do you know where he is?”
But the Captain’s stomach inflates and his jacket’s buttons pop one by one before landing and chiming onto the ship’s wooden plank. Then, his feet lift off and he begins to float leisurely, a feather in the making, except he is now very round and he is no bird. All look in surprise, unable to utter a single sound. Then, the Captain grabs a mast in time before becoming lost in space. He settles on a small post above the deck, attaching himself with a rope.
“Aaahh, weightlessness!” he exclaims, “I can take this. I will never fall again. Will Birdseye be able to fly?”
“Maybe, who knows?” the King-of-all-Things answers.
“What of the Monkeys?”
“The Monkeys require patience.”
“You can’t do anything about them and you don’t believe they’ll ever be able to able to wake up,” King U affirms.
“I didn’t say such thing.”
“I read your mind.”
“You realise who they are, don’t you?”
“And how useful they are to have aboard the Insatiable Princess?” the Captain continues.
“I’m the King-of-all-Things, sooner or later it’ll all work out. I repeat: their father and I are friends.”
“Call him!” King U commands.
“It doesn’t work like that.”
“This is the end of the line, isn’t it?” the Captain asks.
To be continued…