Hippos
Published On: 02-03-2012 12:00am
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Category: Captain Skulduggery Dug's Journal
I will keep this brief, as I've had so little sleep I believe I am starting to hallucinate. The voyage back to land has run anything but smoothly. The Pirate Pixie Crew have been arguing and fighting amongst themselves about whether they should have turned back. There are a few very vocal pixies that are adamant that it was a mistake. Then there are the others that agree with me that the galleon would never make it anywhere without repairs. These ones aren't so vocal though and they keep disappearing off to whisper to each other. I think they fear the others hearing them.
We have another 2-3 days to go before we are back ashore. With masts that are so damaged, we cannot risk putting up all the sails for fear of snapping them, so we are running up only half of what sail we have. The poor Pixies that are keeping the bilge clear are exhausted. They are covered in sludge and muck. I will need to get the pump fixed somehow or I feel they may just work themselves to death.
The good news is that the pixies that had injured their wings seem to be getting better. I took some matchsticks and strapped them along the broken sections to hold them still whist they healed and it seems to be helping. I'm not sure if it is magic or if these little imps just have super fast healing skills, but their cuts and bruises are repairing much faster than mine or Doubloon's.
The lack of sleep is making me as crazy as if I had cabin fever. I could have sworn I saw hippos dancing on the main deck in green and blue tutu's at noon. I know they weren't there because Doubloon was sleeping by my feet and I feel sure if they had been real he would have been hiding under an upturned barrel somewhere, shaking like the cowardly scurvy dog he is. Why I keep him, I'll never know.
I'm going to have to risk sleeping a bit tonight and hope that the pixies don't notice, or if they do I just have to pray they don't turn the ship around. Maybe I should paint eyeballs on my eyelids so they won't know.
Tomorrow I must make an eye patch for the Pixie known as Wilful. His eye is sadly no better and I fear the bandage will just keep the wound wet. It needs to dry out, so I need to create him a cover that allow the air to circulate.
Less of this writing. Where did I put the old war paint. I think it's time to paint my eyelids.
We have another 2-3 days to go before we are back ashore. With masts that are so damaged, we cannot risk putting up all the sails for fear of snapping them, so we are running up only half of what sail we have. The poor Pixies that are keeping the bilge clear are exhausted. They are covered in sludge and muck. I will need to get the pump fixed somehow or I feel they may just work themselves to death.
The good news is that the pixies that had injured their wings seem to be getting better. I took some matchsticks and strapped them along the broken sections to hold them still whist they healed and it seems to be helping. I'm not sure if it is magic or if these little imps just have super fast healing skills, but their cuts and bruises are repairing much faster than mine or Doubloon's.
The lack of sleep is making me as crazy as if I had cabin fever. I could have sworn I saw hippos dancing on the main deck in green and blue tutu's at noon. I know they weren't there because Doubloon was sleeping by my feet and I feel sure if they had been real he would have been hiding under an upturned barrel somewhere, shaking like the cowardly scurvy dog he is. Why I keep him, I'll never know.
I'm going to have to risk sleeping a bit tonight and hope that the pixies don't notice, or if they do I just have to pray they don't turn the ship around. Maybe I should paint eyeballs on my eyelids so they won't know.
Tomorrow I must make an eye patch for the Pixie known as Wilful. His eye is sadly no better and I fear the bandage will just keep the wound wet. It needs to dry out, so I need to create him a cover that allow the air to circulate.
Less of this writing. Where did I put the old war paint. I think it's time to paint my eyelids.
