Quite Lamentable Clip

By: Colin Hancock

It was hardly daybreak when they began to work. Men yelling at one another,
loading crates upon the deck and tying ropes to the jetty. Many men appeared tired
and their eyes hardly held themselves against the forces of gravity. The men
begged to be able to sleep and work later, but that was largely refused by the
captain. But that was okay, at least to Richard Pecker. Pecker ruled the crew and
kept them in shape while the captain planned the journey forward. Pecker brought
upon the crew a sense of attitude and allowed them not to idle by. However, this
was from the eyes of Pecker. Pecker saw himself like a leader who might become a
captain himself one day. But in reality, Pecker couldnt see through that they lift a
single finger. This was because what Pecker brought of discipline was no large
matter, and yet the captain didnt care. For all the captain looked out for, besides
shards of hidden rock in the sea, was that he was left alone while Pecker babysat.
But all this had previously struck Peckers mind, and he chose to continue yelling for
peace and stopped begging the captain for help. For that could lose him his job
Their upcoming journey here on the old S.S. Aqueous was a long one. No
particular precariousness was stated in such a travel, but no particular joy came
from it either. The men boarding the ship may not see their families for a good halfyear. Pecker had been on many voyages to many parts of the sea, but never on one
so extensive. They were to transport a young scholar of the name Nathaniel
Schwootzton, whom had just completed his masters in biologist and wished to

study a far-off island of the Caicos. They had just discovered it and were in deep
question of the mysteries it held. Schwootzton brought to the ship many words of
many tongues that the crew was not such acquainted. English was called for by the
crew in the matter, for the crew was outraged that some smart-mouth might be
saying wrong of them. Which Schwootzton would have replied that it was in English,
but that the dim-witted men that surrounded him wouldnt have known these
biological terms if it landed them on the chin. Any whom passed such an argument
would have witnessed one man being particularly stubborn. That man would be
none other than the rapscallion Harper Tadpole. Tadpole was quite an ecstatic sailor
whose only purpose in life was to invest his energy in rather delinquent activities.
He was the sailor who caused the chaos when there was such. No matter what he
would always be in the Captains cabin being told off like a mischievous schoolboy.
Tadpoles conflicts with Pecker varied wide and far, mostly such was because
Tadpole was not afraid of Pecker and would constantly argue without obeying his
superiors. Tadpole was not an idiot, not solely a man of simplicity; he simply disliked
Pecker, as did most of the crew.