There is Labaguette, taunting them all from afar:
“I AM A HEEEEROOOOOO!” he yells, “I WILL NOT MISS YOU!” before disappearing between the bars of the metallic, beehive shaped door, 55 degrees east, north-east of the ship, in time before the monkeys’ arms snatch him.
“COME BACK!” the King roars.
“I’LL TIE YOUR TAILS TOGETHER AND HANG YOU FROM THIS SHIP UNTIL YOU SEE THE LIGHT!” the old woman commands the monkeys through an unrecognisable voice.
“Labaguette is lost” the King comments, “he knows no light.”
“Usually,” the Captain answers, “one has to look at the bright side.”
“Surely you realise this is night time,” the old woman says.
“Mouton Blanc melted,” the King adds.
“I know,” the Captain says.
But the King’s last words are buried by the intense screeching noise of a metallic door opening. Then another. And more. Several doors open above them almost simultaneously and as quickly as he’d disappeared, Labaguette re-enters, in a panic.
“WATCH OUT!” he screams, “THERE ARE MANY MORE!”
“By the flaming head of Belzebuth!” the Captain exclaims, “what is this?”
“WE’RE PRISONERS! YOU WERE RIGHT… WE’LL NEVER GET OUT OF HERE DEAD OR ALIVE!”
“STAY WHERE YOU ARE LABAGUETTE! GET BACK BEHIND THAT DOOR!” the old woman insists, “A TRUE HERO MUST SAVE US! YOUR DEATH WILL KEEP US ALIVE, THINK ABOUT IT!”
“SHUT UP!” the Captain retorts, “he’s my companion, my slave, my everything and my nothing, especially my nothing. He who belongs to the realm of birds of no consequences encompasses and embraces my nothingness. We’re united in sickness and in hell.”
“Make up your mind, Captain,” the King utters, “hell or health?”
“Hell, I don’t know any different.”
To be continued…