Enough is enough. Inside a pirate’s soul looms but the horror of the shade.
“What shade?” the Captain asks, wondering at the fickleness of his mind, “what shade? Where’s Recovery Space Shuttle 593?”
“My, my Captain,” Labaguette remarks, “I’ve been waiting for your blood to boil out of its lethargy for some time now.”
This time, a fish hits Birsdeye in the face dislodging his goggles for an evasive second as the giant shadow of a monkey flies by, hanging from a rope, followed by three smaller monkeys all chucking fish on the ship’s deck, hanging from the white ropes they so dexterously made when living inside the Insatiable Princess’ hull. Birdseye’s takes off his goggles and to Labaguette’s and the Captain’s bewilderment, throws beams of fire at the passing ropes and at the fish. In less than a second, an uneasy darkness, silence and the smell of fried fish infiltrates the atmosphere.
“Some talent!” the Captain exclaims, “you can’t bottle things up like that Birdseye. Why not use this before when we needed?”
“Precisely,” Birdseye says, “I too have had enough.”
“His blood too has come to boiling point,” Labaguette adds, “and now we’ve fried fish.”
“It’s disappointing,” the Captain says, “all that time spent with the Monkeys and now they act as if we were their enemies, keeping secrets, and playing games with us. To think they grew up with us.”
“Now you see,” Birdseye says.
“That’s not good enough Birdseye! Even you got caught in their game.”
“They belong to another egg,” Labaguette comments.
“World,” the Captain corrects as he collects the fried fish from the deck and throws them overboard.
But before he has time to utter another word, a ‘clonk’ is heard as each fish lands on a metallic surface.
To be continued…