Captain's Log

Look at the sea-crested water pigeon! Its glory is liken to that of the early morning waves in the Easter Isles of Innocence. Hear its melodious chirping in the late-afternoon sunshaft, and know that it only means one thing- spring is coming like a buffalo-shark at a school of unsuspecting plumber’s tuna. And oh, lime-crested watercrickets! The air is so awe-inspiring to breathe in.
It makes this old captain beam with joy to see the little knots in the Canvas Ropes beginning to bulge with sea salt and age.
I was rocking away on my poop deck the other morning when I spyed with my little eye a fish on the horizon. A fish, mind you, and a fish on the horizon is like an omen in your tea. I bubbled over with joy and emotion and so much that I fell overboard. And the water was like a napalm seastar’s venomous bite, it was so cold and refreshing. My fingers clenched in convulsion and my heart skipped its beats.
The view from under the ship is marvelous, as the origami barnacles fly past on the timbered beams. And the view was worth every lung-raking moment of it.
And by the grace of the almighty gull, ‘I have been inseemingly had out!’
This was only three days ago and the day after that, the law caught up with my twin brother and shot him full of pesticides for breaking and entering the Commons of Virtsus College with maliciousness intent.
Oh Weep of a thousand Weeps! My brother was like the moon to the planets to me! He was my own blood relative in all that that encompasses and though he did brand me with a hot spoon at each chance for twelve years, I was not pleased to see him go in such a horrific and gurgling way.
But a Mariner is a salty breed and after the execution I went to the tavern to carouse and intoxicate the scatterlings and miscreants. I love everything about that thought!
It is my time to go, to the great Mariner sipapu, in the Gales of Morro, so Alout! And Je sui Jannis, per Fleur de la Mareae!
-Capt. Pantangelo Miramar, April 3, 1776