captain jeans and the quest for keith - chapter two
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Chapter Two
The Quest Begins
This is not going well...In the absolute panic some poor
fellow got caught up in the rigging and his head flew off
in a red spurt of rope based unpleasantness. At last we are
in open water. I need to take stock of what has just
happened.
Finally found my sea legs. I have spent the last 24 hours
violently barfing. This would not have looked good to the
crew so I blamed it on Juicy Bob's cooking. I was informed
during one of my less pukesome moments that it was the
First Mate Jim who had got caught up in the rigging during
our hasty departure. The crew tried to revive him but the
absence of a head of any sort had made the whole exercise a
messy and fruitless one. Salty Pete has also sustained an
injury...he was shot in the leg during his escape from gaol.
We are charting slow progress indeed. Our average speed is
around 10knots. I'm not quite sure what that means but it
sounds at bit, well, naff! Our destination is the Rock of
Gibraltar as that was the last known sighting of Keith. He
was spotted by a gaggle of Nuns swimming naked in the sea -
Keith that is, not the Nuns!
The infinite ocean, the ceaseless groaning of timber, the
ghostly howl of the wind...all of these things fill myheart with a desperate loneliness. God I'm bored. I have
tried conversing with my ship mates but I don't know what
they're on about most of the time. So, I bark the
occasional order and strut about the deck like I know what
I'm doing, then return to my quarters and wallow in the
darkness that envelopes my soul.
Day four of our journey and Salty Pete's leg wound is
beginning to emit a ominous funk reminiscent of rancid dog
cheese. Alric the Huge (carpenter and surgeon) has begun
sharpening his tools and staring at Pete with gruesomeanticipation.
Unbeknown to me it seems with have another crew member, a
cat no less. I did verily admonish the crew for such a
lapse in security until one of the crew (George I think he
is called) informed me that said beast was there to kill
the rats that would otherwise nibble at our supplies. I
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thanked him for his candor then had him immediately
flogged. I know he was right but I am the Captain and if my
position aboard this vessel means nothing else it is to be
the ligaments that hold the muscle and bone of this ship
together. On a related note, to distract the crew from my
ignorance I have given Alric permission to hack Salty
Pete's gangrenous leg off.
Discipline has reached an all time low.Questionable Bob has
obviously got into the rum again as he is running about the
ship dressed only in a ladies bra spouting the most obscene
obscenities that even Satan would be a bit embarrassed
about. Thankfully none of our mothers are here to witness
this. What are we going to do with him at this early hour?
Salty Pete did not take too kindly to having his leg cut
off. Usually we would have filled him with rum before the
"operation" but after Questionable Bob's antics we were
forced to sit on him while Alric hacked away. Christ, the
screams, poor bastard! When it was over we tried to calm
him down with a spray tan, we had heard of "beauty therapy"
but it turned out to be a contradiction in terms and made
matters worse. He seemed to relax and fall into a quivering
unconsciousness.There was much debate upon what we should
with the severed limb.Some of the crew thought we should
cook it and eat it,some thought we should hoist it on the
main sail as a warning to our enemies.In the end I had to
put my foot down(which is something Salty Pete will never
do again without falling over)and commanded the offendinglimb be thrown overboard.
Nothing much to report. Heading steadily south, moral is as
high as is to be expected, oh and a Seagull shat in
Amille's beard.
The Sailing Master, while fiddling in the rigging (that's
rather a good name for a sea shanty methinks) noticed
something drifting in the waters to the west.On closer
inspection it would appear to be a small boat. I was unable
to spy any signs of life on board but I have instructed thecrew to head toward the stricken vessel. Even if it be
unmanned it may contain plunder to be, err, plundered.
We arrived at the mysterious craft much sooner than any of
us had expected. Maybe the trade winds had caught us or as
some of the more superstitious members of the crew
suggested, Satan's gut pipes had blown us toward that
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desolate vessel with all the vigour that only a million
undigested souls, festering in Lucifer's hellish bum hole
could muster.
Whatever force drove us here has surely negated our efforts
by ramming us into the very launch we had journeyed to
rescue.
All is not lost. We have managed to pluck two female women
from the debris and from what I've heard most of the crew
haven't plucked a woman for ages!
We are heading to the nearest harbour (Viana do Castelo on
the Portuguese cost). Well obviously its on the coast,
its the only practical place to have them. The two women
we have rescued are in a sorry state indeed. It would have
been ungallant of us not to afford them safe passage.
The first soggy woman to be hauled on board was a putrid
hag so encrusted with gnarly warts that we at first mistook
her for a lump of heavily barnacled debris. She gave off an
aura of sweet death and an aroma of rancid life...very
strange.
The second was the most exquisitely mountable creature I
have ever laid eyes upon and, indeed,did yearn to lay hands
upon.Her ebony hair cascades gently around a face as soft
and flagrant as a fairys fart.Her shapely bossom hung
serenely from her frame like two nesting flesh puddings.Her
hips had a shapely litheness like the wisp of smoke from aswan's cigar,but still...the strength to bare an elephant!
We have laid anchor in the Minho estuary by the town of
Caminha. The river marks the boarder of Spain and Portual
so according to our Quartermaster we are in International
waters and still under the jurisdiction of Her Majesty.
What this means in practical terms we shall soon discover...
I have fallen in love with the most divine creature that
God has ever locked his bedroom door and had a private
moment to himself about. Her name is Maria. Damn! I have animportant mission abound and must not be distracted by such
vaginosities. I have already felt the cold and bitter
slivers of envy at the way she looks at him.
My sweet Maria was rescued with her mother and I have spent
most of my time trying to quell the heebiejeebies that the
rancid old bitch has unleashed upon my vessel. It would
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seem that in my absence our Quartermaster Doomsford
Blackheart has been exhibiting his manhood. I am hoping
that means doing press ups and shit, maybe tying a
particularly impressive knot.
She was delivered to me by fate and it seems fate shall
take her away. This fleeting glimpse. I was duty bound as a
Captain and a gentleman to send her to safety. I put
together the finest fellowship that did ever man a rollock
and watched the them debark with a heavy heart. The boat
steadily grew fainter. Every stroke of the oars like a
dagger in my heart.
I couldnt let her go. I gathered the rest of the crew and
launched the secondary row boat thing. A dark mist closed
around us like an endless past. I was avast in an ocean of
time.Every second lost from her was an eternity of
loneliness.
So, she guided me to shore and the crew rejoiced at the
simple pleasures of a nice hot pie and a brief venture into
the local whores. Its good for moral and hopefully we will
have more interesting topics of conversation than hows
she holding? and full sail ahead! and loads of other
boaty things. Its all they seem to talk about!