Captain Krysaos of the Sugar-Titted Siren smiled as he stared down at the yellowed pages of his journal.
Writing... taking his quill pen to paper felt right even when nothing else did.
"So there I was... 'bout to head up to the top deck and rip into whatever unlucky f*ck decided to cross me.
"But... there's this feeling I got-- like something's missing."
Krysaos adjusted his sitting position. Of course, his hammock was being a right b*tch about it.
Getting comfortable in it... was a battle he'd never won.
"Hmm. Thinking about it..." Krysaos hummed, "I haven't gotten laid in awhile? ...Maybe this'll be the sun I find a hot mermaid chick?"
Yeah... that sounded real nice.
"A lady... maybe someone who thinks I'm a hero."
Krysaos scratched his chin... then let out a deep, exhausted sigh... "As if that'd ever f*ckin' happen..."
He wet the tip of his quill pen with his tongue as he looked around the room.
