After a SPIRITual hangover hits i stumble out of the Classy Tramps Bar (and... hopefully in time Restraunt?) Picking up various intertwined limbs some still in places those sorta limbs dont really belong, lipstick smears in places that lipstick smears quite rightfully DO belong... Many loud snores echoing from various dishrevelled bodies...(Im not gonna say who snores
) Stepping over cast asside underwear and clothing i open the door to a glorious Amazonian morning, the sun beating down on the streets, a seagull squawks in the distance and then divebombs to steal a piece of toast from the fingers of a local boy.. Damn Seagulls... If only the Empress or indeed the oracle could do something about them ?
Strolling toward the harbour to inspect my newly appointed fleet of Amazonian Navy... no doubt all the finest sailors Amazonia has to offer and if nottthe threat of the Empress's wrath and a harsh flogging will tow them im line im sure...
"Ahoy maties... All ship shape and bristol fashion ?"
"Aye Ma'am..."
a saluting salty old seadog who is kinda like my grandpa so i think ill make him the first mate and xhief in charge of all things watery when im not around or previously engaged in well... stuff you know th kinda stuff, Stuff come on its stuff we all got stuff right ?
"Good to se you old sead dog you...Maybe we go for a lil saily sail ? I heard rumours of Nasty pirates around these waters ? and sharks and icebergs... Damn you icebergs... Not the nice sexy kinda pirates but the scurvy dogs that steal stuff and stuff... and we cant have this great land at the mercy of an invasion of foreign sluts am i right..."
The salty old seadog barks and bellows and lots of muscular young seamen dash around hoisting sails and pulling ropes and i take hold of the big stearing wheel thingy...
"That way ho... No you're not a ho ho i mean that way ho... oh for fucks sake GO THAT WAY ! " pointing out to sea...
Turning to the harbour.. "Keep a weatherd eye i shall be back shrtly maybe with a fish depending on the weather and if weve got any rods and well if we dont run into pirates or i dont get a mysterious fog of mystical origins speaking in riddles and telling me to sail some other way or something i mean you never know do ya..."
With the wind in our sails the flagship of the Empress's Royal Amazonian Navy sets sail across the waves.