Seventy six days until we reach Key West.
I seem to have lost yesterday, with nary a moment to spare for me Captain's log. Yesterday be a foul day with one frustrating calamity after another: a tragic comedy of errors like a play I once saw in London at the commoner's theatre.
The day opened abruptly with a brawl in the galley. Entre acte was discovering one of the sea cats dead, a bad omen to be sure... with the finale being the mainsail's pulley breaking off on the starboard side with the line snapping with such force that it nearly ripped off Salo's ear and scalped him on the right side! (Salo be the accordian player from our gypsy orchestra!) He'll be disfigured, there taint no doubt about that, poor lad. But that means one less sailor and I can spare no man! Not on this voyage!
Back to me Log: The White Spirit of the Castaneda is the Star of the Sea; the White bird of Freedom. I wonder and wonder about her opposite, the HMS Black Swan. The Log book tells me of the story of the black swan, or rara avis.
"Our ship, Her Majesty's Black Swan, be named for the mythical creature of olde, the black-colored swan that could not exist, until its unexpected and unpredictable discovery in Australia in 1697. Before then, it was 'known' to all landlubbers and pirates alike that "All swans are white". However, beyond the seas, the discovery was made, and the perceived impossibility actually came to pass. The 'rara avis' of the ancient Romans and Europeans actually exists. Black Swan - Unpredictable, unexpected, and an outcast. We take that name for our fine vessel to prepare us for the unknown journey ahead.
-Captain Morgan La Fey"
Aye, Her Majesty's Black Swan and her daring crew...I sometimes think I see her dark figure on the horizon...
Your Servant, the UnNamed Captain