As surely as one maps the north-most star, the noble admiral doesn't have time for the folly of ink and scroll. Therefore, the infamous tales shall be retold through the eye of a sparrow, one above the action, but witness to all.
Enough wasted preludes and introductions, so forth sails a particular incident, displaying our mighty captain’s humility and code.
Excerpt from Admiral Captain Catfish Cutie's log; Saturday, 21st of 2009.
That sun shines bright through the warm breeze. A lazy day it be for our fine crew and noble captain. Nothing but clear waters and a bit of fatigue. Our lord's brother in blood and soul has most recently returned from a most profitable business exchange and is celebrating his fortune this night. The day wanes slowly and the point of revelry is at hand.
Our most audacious leader rallies our blood in anticipation for his brother's feast. The gleam promises of fine rum and women reflect through the crew's eyes. It is 22:00 and Admiral Catfish is away in his cabin, preparing his formal garments. In a whirlwind of dignity and suave, the captain chambers open and our company be ready to proceed yonder to such festivities.
Lo and behold, the crew is not all present! Our good captain excuses the offense and allows us to wait for the return of the brethren. The jolly man joins his lowly crew and we chat; patiently anticipating follies upon our extrusion into the temptress of the night.
We wait. We wait more and then we wait again. The captain in anxious now, I can see it in his green eyes. His mouth has the usual warm smile, yet a wise looker observes the strong aroma of anxiety. He is ready to go but waits for his crew. Noble and kind heartily he rouses his voice, crisp yet subtle: "Friends, the time grows late and I need merriment and drink. When will our friend (friend, we are not slaves to the good Captain) return?"
"Soon," the crew resounds, "and then we will be off together!" The captain reseats himself in his chair.
The missing crewmate appears with a hearty bounty of herbs to share with his fellow sea-farers. The company settles down to relax amongst the sofas and cushions of the living chamber.
"How now, what pleasantries are these? We have been summoned as guests of honor to celebrate thine brother’s fortunate and how doest thou now sit paralyzed with greed of smoke and sloth?"
"O lord, our bones be dead and our minds be sore. Allow us to stay in the comfort of our dwellings for the night."
Oh, how the captain’s brow jittered, and his mighty paws shook for a moment with venom and rage. But only for a moment. The crew saw the offense, yet stayed lounged as beached whales amongst their disobedience.
Our most merciful captain, saturated with humility and forgiveness, ventured into the brisk night-air without his sailors. Only I, Rakk, followed in his wake.
Into the wind and amongst the snow, we followed the glow of a home we know.
Into the warm fire our brother has made,
we are welcomed with open arms, wine and dames.
A mighty celebration it appeared to be,
but I saw the captain’s third eye beam,
and he clutched his drink and turned to me.
"Rakk" his voice was commanding,
"Somethin’s afoot, watch my temper,
I am in no mood for disaster."
I am in no mood for disaster."
At his clairvoyance, piercing as the eastern wind,
A land-loving sheriff bounded in.
An arrogant head too proud for his shoulders,
Our captain starred; his eyes like boulders.
An arrogant head too proud for his shoulders,
Our captain starred; his eyes like boulders.
This ignorant disrespectful slug
Dared stand a-front Our Captain!
Our captain, the admirable and noble Catfish,
Said not a foul word to this ruffian.
"DO YOU LIVE HERE?"
"No."
Smooth but cold, was our buccaneer’s voice,
Smooth but cold, was our buccaneer’s voice,
Controlled as ice, he glared at the rouge.
"Then you’re trespassing and will be sent to the barracks."
"I want no trouble, I will be leaving."
O noble and merciful being;
our captain stole no
blood from this man, but left him with
his heart beating.
our captain stole no
blood from this man, but left him with
his heart beating.
With proud shoulders and a hidden grin, our captain turned to leave,
When the sheriff, in some fit of ignorance, unsheathed his pitiful blade.
Obese with filth and ignobility, the fiend sliced our noble leader's meed
From his hand; spilling wine all over both his and his brother's knees.
What an offense, and provoked under no reason!
If it were any other season, the rouge would be tied by
His ankles for the vultures.
Yet the good Captain Catfish would not
See any dishonor amidst his brother's triumph,
And cast the officer a look that, I'm surprised, didn't slay
The insolent fool in his boots.
With a high head and a proud chest, Catfish
Walked out of the dwelling,
leaving his coat, as the fire in his blood
warmed his bones amply enough.
leaving his coat, as the fire in his blood
warmed his bones amply enough.
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