THE INCREDIBLE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN TRAUMATIC – 468

“But first,” the Syck Monkey’s children continue writing, “the flag must be exchanged and an egg delivered in return.”

“Why didn’t you say before?” Labaguette asks.

“There was a time you could not even read, Labaguette,” the Captain marvels.

“It was latent for a while.  I could read but I could not express it.”

“Featherly regenerescence,” Birdseye comments.

“Feather what?”

Three Monkeys jump back onto the Insatiable Princess, a flag in hand.

“We should elope” Labaguette whispers once more into the Captain’s ear.

There, three monkeys are tying white ropes, unfolding sails while their father’s domineering and powerful shadow looks on.

The Captain grabs the flag and as soon as he unfolds it, there is a burning flash before the flag rolls back onto itself emitting more sparks.  A shower of falling objects, creatures and stars pass them by.

“That’s you told Captain!” Labaguette remarks.

“Shut up!”

A young monkey carries the flag and attached it around the main mast.

“THE EGG!” are the words now showing in gigantic letters on the Universe’s wall.

The Captain scratches his head, looking at Birdseye.

Labaguette smoothes a brilliant rose feather, not looking at anyone.

Birdseye sits, his goggle light up a pale blue as his tail widens, sparkles and shudders.

“If he weren’t a policeman-dancer,” Labaguette says, “he might have been an ostrich.”

“Ostriches are not know to survive in these regions,” the Captain remarks, an air of distraction lifting his puzzled eyebrows.

As he stands again, Birdseye extends his arms and hands holding a large, smooth, sparkling and mauve egg of a substantial size which he offers the Syck Monkey’s shadow.

“Didn’t think he had it in him,” Labaguette says with a sense of purpose.

“He had the egg all along,” musters the Captain.

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“Reality and perception are flexible.”

“You acknowledged the Earth was round, Captain.”

“Aye, aye.  The fact is that rules, any rule, enjoy bending.  And a fact’s a fact.  How else could universes of books and creatures like Mouton Blanc and Spinostress exist?”

“The Syck Monkey intends to get back to Earth,” Birdseye says.

“I reckon he wants us to bring the Mother land to him.  That way, he can’t be rejected again and on top of it, he can boast about it.”

“He would have Superman’s story in his collection,” Labaguette says, “he must know he could get back there a hero.”

“Something to do with his Ape status,” the Captain says, “he’s certain that he and his descendants are a threat to humanity.”

“They’ve no female in their species,” Labaguette remarks.

“They only need one egg, mostly through a bird’s help, although…”

And while the Captain muses and the three of them debate on theories of universes, apes and eggs of all kinds, the Syck Monkey directs his children to write on the Universe’s wall, in large black letters:

‘The Shuttle is the Saviour.  Birdseye’s wings move mountains.  The Insatiable Princess falls in love with a blue bayou.  Labaguette sits with A. Lincoln.  Captain Traumatic rises.’

Now the Syck Monkey has their undivided attention.

“He thinks he is the next prophet,” Labaguette says, “he and his puppets.”

“You understand what he is saying?” the Captain asks.

“Some prediction.  When you can’t utter a word and you live amongst shadows, the only way to power is to cast more shadows by pretending you know it all and not doubt yourself.”

“Delusional?  Can’t be.  Far-fetched.  What are you talking about Labaguette?”

“The Syck Monkey is trying to help,” Birdseye maintains.

“Yeah right!?” the Captain and Labaguette remark in unison.

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“Wait a minute,” the Captain interrupts, “eggs can only be found on Earth.  If you lay two of them on their side, their top side facing each other, we have an infinity sign!  a wealth of universes.”

“These Monkeys aren’t from Earth Captain,” Labaguette says, “even if they came out of eggs.”

“There’s a connection,” Birdseye insists.

Now the Syck Monkey is dancing, a Charlie Chaplin act, helped by his stick and his sons imitating him.

“We’re close to the truth,” the Captain says, “I know it”.

“Undecipherable,” Labaguette says.

“The Mother Land,” Birdseye says.

“What?” the Captain asks.

“The Mother Land.”

“Planet Earth is the Mother Land?” Captain Traumatic asks.  “The Syck Monkey would be part reality and part myth?”

Birdseye nods.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” Labaguette asks.

“The Syck Monkey is likely to born out of an egg on Earth in spite of possible evidence to the contrary,” the Captain says.

“Precisely!” Labaguette says.

“Well, that’s just it Labaguette: though no monkeys are ever born out of eggs on Earth, the Syck Monkey is a fluke, not meant to be, a transition, a genetic mutation that occurs once in the lifetime within a multiplicity of universes because diversity rules.  When his mother bird, or whoever she was realised it, she carried the Egg to the edge of the Earth and sent it adrift on a rudderless ship.”

“I’ve heard that one before Captain, remember?”  Labaguette remarks, “we’ve learned that the Earth isn’t flat and we know that this Monkey doesn’t travel by ship.”

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“We’re collectables,” the Captain says.”

“Aren’t we on a mission?” Labaguette asks.

At that moment, a flag and three eggs appear on the ship’s deck and the resounding echo of laughter penetrates their brains from all directions.  Four monkeys lost in hilarity.

“Tis all we need, mockery and sarcasms,” the Captain says, “Hey, misters, if you’re so very clever, why not tell us what you want from us?  Why not share your secrets?  Why not invite us to witness the scope and depth of your treasures?  Because all that you are now is irritating legend, yes, you, unexplained and mysterious myth of infinite garbage!  You’ve only showed yourselves cast as shadows.  In truth, cowards… and you… you especially young monkeys:  I fed you, protected you, let you weave your oddities inside the Insatiable Princess’ belly at will and all you can do now is to repay me by insinuating your presence and deriding us?  You don’t come close to the shadows of your former selves.  Consider yourselves disowned.”

And so, there is a shift in the agitated air around them, and it seems an argument takes place in the shadow, shadows amongst shadows.  Fists, feet and even tails are punching, stirring breeze and winds until finally, a squeal breaks the silence and a switch is found.  Here, here comes the the light.  Here, an entire universe contained within a cavern of shadows with silhouettes of unfathomable treasures cut flat on unending, lit up walls.

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Then, the shadow on this universe’s wall rematerializes displaying three monkeys holding each other in such manner as to form an almost perfect egg shape.  Underneath it, the shadow of the Syck Monkey is holding the egg stable above his head, his tail weaving a dance, a charming snake, insinuating, dancing some more to a sound that can be felt and is palpable but that cannot be heard.

“This is all very charming,” the Captain says, “but—”

His last words are drowned by Recovery Space Shuttle 593’s engines pulling from its mooring at full thrust.  Vapours and smoke invade all that surround as light flickers before disappearing and the clear track of the shuttle leaves its mark behind it, opening a piece of sky that could not be seen before under these latitudes: a clear, blue and pristine sky only seen back on earth.

“Look!” the Captain exclaims, unable to find a better word as smoke soon closes his vision of heaven on earth with great big swirls of pinks, white and grey puffs before engulfing it once more with its darker blanket.

“We’ve achieved nothing.  We’ve met a Shuttle that has not even been collected by the Syck Monkey.  My patience has its limits.  We too should be getting back on the road.  Labaguette, attend to the sails!  Birdseye, perch at the front will you, and look out for surprises!”

“Ai, Ai Captain!” Labaguette retorts, “whereto?”

“Anywhere so long it’s outta here bird!”

“There’s no wind and—,” Birdseye says.

“—we only need a sea,” Labaguette remarks.

“We won’t get away so easily without some tough bargaining,” Birdseye adds.

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There, in the darkness, in grey capital letters over white, the Captain struggles to reads

“Recovery Space Shuttle 593 – CT Mission… CT Mission!  That’s me they’re talking about!  I am Captain Traumatic, THAT’S ME!  HEY!  IS ANYBODY THERE?” the Captain says after jumping onto the horizontal shuttle parked by the side of the Insatiable Princess.

Inside a window the size of a brick and just as thick, three round, white and large and solid bubbles with beaming faces inside them look out.  The Captain kneels and start banging on the surface of the space ship.

“OPEN UP!  OPEN UP!” he screams.

“Not about you,” Labaguette remarks, “’By the way, CT stands for Clear Translation’…  Nah, probably ‘Clockwork Transmutation’.”

“Shut up Labaguette!”

“GOT IT!  It stands for ‘Climate Transition.’”

“They’re looking for me.”

“Climate Transition Mission.”

“Bit of both if you ask me,” Birdseye says as white puffs of vapour begin pouring from the sides of the shuttle and the white ropes keeping it close and bound to these skies are unravelling slowly.

“Look at them!” Labaguette insists.

“I’ve no need to,” Birdseye says, “They’re skies’ knights.”

“Cosmonauts,” the Captain corrects, “they’re cosmonauts.”

“They don’t look like earthians,” Labaguette remarks, “and this can’t be a ship.”

“Humans.”

“Are they?”

“Skies’ knights,” Birdseye repeats, “will be your best friends, Labaguette, someday.”

“Sure,” Labaguette says, enjoying the attention, “bubble wrapped friends from beyond and more, there’s nothing more I could hope for,” as the Captain raises his eyes, prey to some form of despair.

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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.

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