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So we took a bus downtown to try and find my uncle at the public library. His second home - and mine *O*
O.K.
- O.K. ... I see you are falling off your chair and rolling about on the floor laughing thinking of the great - the one and
only - captain Jack Sparrow in an ordinary yellow Danish bus ...
Really, some people!
... but laughter is healthy for
you, so there!
Tshe *O*
And I am still a poor bird so I am trying to save where I can ...
Anyway ... There we were
riding the bus and yes, I admit people stared a bit. It isn't everyday you see a guy like Jack in a Danish bus *O*
But
being generally polite and above all cautious people the other passengers didn't say anything.
Except a small child who
wanted to know what that strange coin was doing hanging in Jack's hair. And Jack being Jack told the little girlie what it
was - to the consternation of the child's mother who wanted her to be quiet and not bother the perhaps dangerous man. ...
He is indeed very, very dangerous ... *O*
Because long before he and I had to get off the little girlie was quite besotted
with him and she definitely wanted to go with HER darling Jack instead of her mother *O* The little tyke didn't stop bawling
before Jack promised to come back and visit her in a dream or two - another wanna-be pirate created right there *sighs happily
*
Well down at the library we found out my uncle had been there earlier but had left saying he had business to do.
So
we went to the two nearest morticians thinking he might have been there since he among other things - MANY other things -
are also in charge of following dead people to where they belong.
But nope ...
At the third one we met Death though
and he said that the Follower of Souls was not in town any more. Death can sense him since they are related. And he suggested
we should look for him at home - even if he wasn't there himself maybe somebody present might know where Hermes was.
Erm
... My editor just pointed out that I didn't mention that my learned uncle is Hermes, messager to the Greek gods and other
things. Sorry about that *o* But that was the guy Jack and I was looking for.
In our search we went past the harbour and
Jack suggested that we should perhaps look at some ships. Saying that if he had to do a bit of pirating to pay his union fees
he might as well find out what kind of ships were awailable at this day and age.
I didn't like that so much but we went
about the port a bit and looked at the different kind of ships laying there. And pretty soon Jack turned to me and said "How
do you suggest the two of us should manage to board such a big boat as that one?" pointing to a medium size cruise ship laying
at the dock.
"The tw-two of ..." I stuttered and stared at Jack with my mouth hanging open. Then looked up - and up - at
the side of the huge ship and back at Jack stammering "I d-don't suggest anything. I am a yellow chicken and wouldn't d-dare
plunder a ro-rowboat"
I wasn't sure but I had the feeling that Jack had a small cheeky smile playing around those beautiful
lips of his as he turned his head and looked the lenght of the ship.
But he sound quite serious when he said "But didn't
you tell me once that you ran away from home at the age of nine or something to go to pirate school and all?"
Suddenly
I was quite sure that the cheeky smile were there and grabbing Jack by the shoulders shook the now laughing buccaneer quite
hard yelling "Uh, you .. BLOODY PIRATE! You know that was only playacting and pretending! ... you don't have the heart to
kill innocent people to get their valuables either, you big .. UH!"
Not being able to find the right word for such a teasing
buccaneer brat I kissed him instead and Jack didn't mind that at all.
After that pleasant interlude Jack said more seriously
"Perhaps not, Meepsie. Although - if I really, really have to - I can probably come up with a plan or two to part said people
from their valuables - and hopefully without shedding any blood either. He. But I would rather not do so in order to pay those
two bullies - union or no union - so how about following Death's advice and go 'home' to look for - advice"
And so we did.
Going home first of all to my little house to get a couple of wishing sticks to take us to Mount Olympos.
... you
ask why we didn't use those to get down town earlier instead of taking a mundane bus? Well, the sticks are pretty expensive
for one thing and takes magic to work too so I prefered to just let the bus driver do the work since he is there anyway getting
paid to drive the bus whether or not any pirates and their chicks get onboard.
But now we needed to go all the way to Greece.
And wishing sticks are easier to use and less expensive than plane tickets.
Not to mention neither my pretty pirate nor
me have passports. And I didn't much either like to have to explain to suspicious airport officials why Jack was dressed like
he was ... He isn't exactly looking like your everyday business man although I of course think he look fabulous *O*
When
ready to go I grabbed a firm hold of Jack. Embraced him actually - not an unpleasant thing to have to do, I might add - unecessarily,
I think *O* - and wish for a change of surroundings but ...
I am not sure what went wrong.
You are suppose to concentrated
on the destination you are going to and maybe one of us didn't concentrate hard enough.
Jack might still have be thinking
in terms of weapon and boats and other pirate stuff because we suddenly found us self standing at huge grey ship with a roaring
noise in our ears.
When I look in the direction of the roar I saw a jet fighter taking off from the air craft carrier
we were standing on and coming straight at Jack and me.
I heard Jack yelling in my ear "What the Hell is that? A dragon!"
and then felt us falling backwards pushed over by the force of the wind generated by the plane.
I had just time to look
at the very surprised face of the pilot and then I realised we were falling OFF the ship - and I can't swim! .. what can I
say? I'm a chicken - not a duck *o*
I started to scream. I believed Jack did too.
And we had every reason to be scared.
If we had fallen of a pirate ship like the Black Pearl or something small like that Jack would most probably have been able
to get a hold of me once we were in the water and help me keep my head above the waves until help would arrive.
But with
the height and speed of a modern ship - and especially one as big as this - we wouldn't survive ...
Ah - the sharp reader
is scratching her head now and mumbled "How the He (no - it's well mannered reader - heck? Yes, that's better *O* ) heck is
she writing the story then? If they were killed ... And didn't she cluck Jack is immortal? Oh - but the bird isn't so maybe
... Maybe she's a ghostwriter?"
Tshee-hee *O*
Nope, I am not *o* No 'ghostwriters in the sky' here *O* ... just bad
puns *blushes*
As we were falling I suddenly felt we got grabbed by what both felt like water and a hand at the same time
- and definitely smelled like salt water - and was moved away from the side of the huge ship while a booming voice - with
a Scottish accent ... - said quite close to my ear "Will you stop all that silly clucking! I've got you .. And stop swearing,
young man! Your adoring grandmother-in-law would have a fit - hizzy-fit, if you ask me - if she heard you"
I managed to
turn myself around with some difficulty. I am not so agile and the hand holding me held pretty tight.
But when I finally
got myself turn around I said somewhat sheepishly, I think "Hi, uncle Poseidon - fancy meeting you here"
"Yes, very strange
indeed" Poseidon grumbled "Since this is the ocean and I am god of said broad area of water. Why did those pesky Americans
throw you off their boat? I know they litter all the time thinking its their ocean but this is the first time I have seen
them discards humans - or silly live chickens, for that matter"
I just couldn't help it ... I did stick my tongue out at
him for that last remark. It wasn't that mature - or not mature at all *blushes * But the smirk he send me wasn't that nice
either.
Jack had of course had pleanty of dealings with the mighty god of the seven seas before being a pirate so thought
we better be polite and said hurriedly before I could start an argument "Sorry, my Lord. We wasn't thrown overboard. We just
kinda fell off - by accident. We were on our way to Mount Olympos. To look for unc ... for Hermes, I mean"
"Oh yeah ..."
Poseidon didn't seem impressed since uncle Hermes in his eyes was definitely one of the lesser functionaries in the family
firm.
But he did agree to move us to our destination. Mostly I believe because this chicken irritates him no end ... He
prefers pliant women who doesn't stand up to him. And with standing up to him I mean even just sticking your tongue out *o*
So
off we went up on the Mount Olympos - head first into a icy cold lake behind my grandmother's house.
As I said; uncle
Poseidon and I ain't always friends. But he had been considered enough to dump us so close to shore that even this short woman
with a bit of help from a sweet pirate could wade in on dry land and stand shivering trying to get my bearings - which way
to the main house and some dry clothes?
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