How you wound up aboard a ship was a tale of woe and sorrow and why never to trust a military man offering to buy you drinks. You last recall a pretty bar maid with tits the size of barrels, giving you a pleasant rub in the corner of the bar and next your here in the belly of a musty ship and sick as a dog.
"GET UP YOU MAGGOTS!" A man who you instantly loathe shouts from the bright patch of light causing your headache. You stagger to your feet to find that you are far better at falling down than standing up right now. "You miserable sons of bitches are now merrily aboard the Royal Kings Revenge. Before all else... remember this. I can kill you cause I wants to... don't need no reason else."
"Why?" You venture. Only to find something large heavy and hard hitting you about the head and stomach.
"BECAUSE I SAYS SO... THAT'S WHY!" Says your new pal, the bosun.
Over the next few weeks you learn your miserable lot of securing ropes and climbing rigging. You even show some skill at it. It matters little as the bosun seems to take credit for all your good and blames you for all misdeeds.
The captain, an old chap who seems to never talk doesn't seem to care one way or the other, but he obliges the bosun's desire to introduce you to the cat.
Weeks go by... months... and it is around your first full year that you decide you can stand no more. |