“Whereto?” Labaguette asks, popping out of his pocket bedroom. His golden feathers have grown and Birdseye lifts the parrot with one finger, admiringly.
“Outta here!” the Captain says, his eyes darker than ever.
“Fine bird,” Birdseye says, “fine bird,” as the two settle atop a mast facing winds of considerable speed and the Captain rolls his eyes in disgust.
“He’s back to normal,” the King remarks, “he deserves some admiring.”
“He’ll never be normal,” the Captain says.
“Let’s supposed you did remember your name,” the King recaps, “would it make you less different?”
“I wonder,” Birdseye says, taking advantage of this timely intervention to slide one of his more prominent feathers between thumb and index, smoothing it, “what a new breed of birds will do to the universe.”
“Stop talking and help us take some speed, can’t you see—”
Right then, Ash Mongers explodes.
“There she goes!” the King says, “butts and coffee going up in smoke.”
“FASTER!” the Captain yells at his ship, “FASTER!”
“Look at it!” the King insists, staring at the expanding debris approaching the ship.
“HUUUURRRYY FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” the Captain continues.
“We’re back in business,” Labaguette muses, smiling.
“Whatcha looking at, evil bird?” the Captain asks, “get working, now!”
“Danger ahead!” Birdseye signals calmly.
“I saw it coming from a distance, get the glue off your goggles birdman!” the Captain says, as the first caramelised pieces of coffee, foam, creatures, metal and cigarette butts reach the ship, sticking to everything solid it encounters, piercing the sails with their sharpness, their threat now a real and present danger.
To be continued…