Pirate's Log Book

Cabin Fever

Apart from me landin' four square on the Captain's Table a few times this past week, I've been havin' a smooth time of me journey at sea. The sea has been calm, the winds have been nowhere to be found, n' the heat - Oh! the heat, yarr - summer, she has been cruel. Me faithful companions n' yarrrs truly have been a-roastin' out there. Not bein' able to head out for some shore leave has been very difficult for all o' us. The First Mate has been a-pacin' the decks talkin' to herself, sayin' "frisbee, gotta get... gotta... frisbee... fetch... must... frisbee... oh, so hot... must... aaaaah!... frisbee..." I tried bitin' her in the leg to try n' make her snap out of it, but me luck be faint. The cabin fever truly has been eatin' away at her brain. The Toller o' Nine Tails ain't much better - he hasn't gone a-swimmin' in a week! He sits in his corner n' twitches. Of all things, I dread that the most. Even the Rug has been more flat than usual!

Tryin' not to melt in this miserable weather has taken up me energy. All we be able to do now is sit around the ship tellin' each other sailin' stories to try n' pass the time. I have a great story of me own. Yarr, it happened but a week or so ago, when the weather she be cooperatin' n' the Captain took me n' the First Mate out to romp in the field.

Glorious day, t'was. The First Mate was busy runnin' round catchin' frisbees while I patrolled the grounds. The grasses have completely taken over this fair isle. I used to romp around easily n' now, it's a jungle. If I stray too far from me crew, I can't see them anymore. The Captain had equipped me n' the First Mate with bells so she'd know where we be at all times. Said it was somethin' she had learned with the Toller of Nine Tails durin' huntin' season.

Anyway, I found meself a trail to follow. Me nose never lies - a formidable sea monster it HAD to be! Yarr! I spotted the hideous creature a-movin' in the brush... out it darted in front of me. Bravely, I chased it, caught it n' stomped on it with me two front paws like the polar bears I'd seen on the picture box with the Captain one night. "TAKE THAT!" thought I. "Squeak!" came its horrifying reply!

Then, no more did it squeak. I stood there n' sniffed the terrible creature, while the Captain ran up to me to tell me to go round up the First Mate to head home. Apparently, this menacing sea creature is called a Field Mouse. It was gigantic, with colossal front teeth n' horrifying, beady eyes that could chill even the most fearsome pirate to the depth of his coal-black heart!

Yarr. Ye may now all sleep soundly knowin' that I be standin' guard against the evil creatures that lurk in the deep, dark reaches o' the grand Minnesnowtan Amber Waves.

~Pirate, proudly