“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.
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.
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.
To be continued…