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.

To be continued…

THE INCREDIBLE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN TRAUMATIC – 436

“You urged me to do some magic.”

“But—”

“—I’m not all show.”

“His feathers are as precious as mine,” Labaguette says.

“Labaguette,” Birdseye says, “we’ve all made it alive, isn’t it—”

“—He’s a different breed from you,” the Captain intervenes.”

“We’re sitting on the sky of this universe,” Birdseye says.

“Suppose the Insatiable Princess isn’t floating,” the Captain says, looking at Birdseye with suspicion weighing heavily inside the bags under his eyes, “how can she be flying?”

This is when Birdseye decides to get off the ship.

“Watch!” he says, as he slowly descends into this sky, or liquid, or whatever it might be, and begins to float.

“Holy Parrots’ Saint!” Labaguette exclaims, “are you duck or peacock?”

But Birdseye paddles to the edge of the oceanic platform and launches himself off it.

“Treacherous waters!” the Captain exclaims as Birdseye is out of sight, “mermaids made him do it.”

And as he says this, Birdseye reappears in plain sight flying high, gently flapping his arms, flying, enjoying this moment in case it never came back.

“Fuck!” the Captain says before the King descends into these waters and floats, paddles before nearing the edge of the platform.

“You’ve no feathers!” Birdseye warns, hovering above the King.

“You’re using your arms, not your wings,” the King retorts, before smiling back at all and letting himself off the edge.

Quickly, not unlike a superhero or a bug, Birdseye swoops and catches the King, carrying him painstakingly back to the ship, letting him drop onto the ship’s planks like a dead weight.

To be continued…