The Golden Watermelon
– Captain, dis bloody watamelon ain't picnic, I believe we've 'ad it
– What's the point, sailor ? Precisely, if we had had it we would'nt be looking for it right now, am I right ?
– Nay, I meant : We neva shoulda climbed dis giant cucurbita-someting, we'll neva see de end of it! All de oda crewmates are dead
– Those bloody useless scumbags ? A crew ? We would'nt be here if we had'nt lost the Day's Foam and almost all our plunder mates while being chased by the Tawan's Purple Armada, holy sh**, no kidding ! All the small fry we recruited in the Javavava's surroundings weren't worth a buck !
– And waddare we gonna do now ? dere ain't anyting left to drink or eat… And we can't go back ashore
– Go back ? So close to the goal !? Never ! Holy sh** ! Just go ahead and try to survive against the Great Gardening Loa, are you ready for this ? Ah ! Ah !
– I'll get killed climbing down dis hell anyway…
– Another good reason to go on ! I want everybody here to believe in this bloody soul-blowing golden watermelon ! « In his orichalcum seeds lies the World's clearness and the Secret of Bream's land », so sayeth Captain Lamarck's scroll… The Secret of Bream's land ! holy sh** ! That should be as clear as crystal
– I don't give a damn about dose bloody breams, I'm fed up wit de urticating 'air of dis goddamn neva-ending stem, fed up wit flesh-eating flowers, sight-ruining sap and frozen mist we've been "swimming" in for three whole days!
– Behind you! Look out! What's this new Loa-thing ?!
Captain had got his two-shooter gun out of his scarlet silky scarf and, with glowing eyes, was pointing it towards his last crewman, who suddenly had stopped complaining. Then a ray of orange light, recalling a summer afternoon in the Undadamatress land, pierced his way from the cloudy sky to the leaf where our two companions in adversity were standing : Blinded, the sailor covered his eyes with one hand and with the other he stammered something like :
– Captain ! Dere…Dere ! Ti…Tis… Dere close by ! S-Sawit !
– What's the point, sailor ? Precisely, if we had had it we would'nt be looking for it right now, am I right ?
– Nay, I meant : We neva shoulda climbed dis giant cucurbita-someting, we'll neva see de end of it! All de oda crewmates are dead
– Those bloody useless scumbags ? A crew ? We would'nt be here if we had'nt lost the Day's Foam and almost all our plunder mates while being chased by the Tawan's Purple Armada, holy sh**, no kidding ! All the small fry we recruited in the Javavava's surroundings weren't worth a buck !
– And waddare we gonna do now ? dere ain't anyting left to drink or eat… And we can't go back ashore
– Go back ? So close to the goal !? Never ! Holy sh** ! Just go ahead and try to survive against the Great Gardening Loa, are you ready for this ? Ah ! Ah !
– I'll get killed climbing down dis hell anyway…
– Another good reason to go on ! I want everybody here to believe in this bloody soul-blowing golden watermelon ! « In his orichalcum seeds lies the World's clearness and the Secret of Bream's land », so sayeth Captain Lamarck's scroll… The Secret of Bream's land ! holy sh** ! That should be as clear as crystal
– I don't give a damn about dose bloody breams, I'm fed up wit de urticating 'air of dis goddamn neva-ending stem, fed up wit flesh-eating flowers, sight-ruining sap and frozen mist we've been "swimming" in for three whole days!
– Behind you! Look out! What's this new Loa-thing ?!
Captain had got his two-shooter gun out of his scarlet silky scarf and, with glowing eyes, was pointing it towards his last crewman, who suddenly had stopped complaining. Then a ray of orange light, recalling a summer afternoon in the Undadamatress land, pierced his way from the cloudy sky to the leaf where our two companions in adversity were standing : Blinded, the sailor covered his eyes with one hand and with the other he stammered something like :
– Captain ! Dere…Dere ! Ti…Tis… Dere close by ! S-Sawit !
But he didn't have the time to go further in his description : his watermelon face with zebra ears, gone with a mighty wind of lead shot, had vanished into Captain Brain's misty sight ...
– Sailor, Sailor ? Where are you lurking !? Don't tell me you too are giving up ! So close to the goal : Look !… Holy sh**, anyway ! I'll be the last man standing…
And noone ever heard about him ; Well, to be honest, noone had ever heard about him anyway : The clouds that had split for a second closed up and a frozen mist settled around the leaf where Captain Brain stood.