Escape

So after a twenty day trip in the bilge and one afternoon at the head of the mast in the spinnaker sock, I was more than ready to jump ship. I sneaked in the trash-bag and made it to shore. There I was soon chased by a tribe of cannibal rats. I found refuge in a coconut tree. The tree had a metal sleeve around the trunk the cannibals couldn't get past it. Since I still had 5200 stuck to my paws from my trip in capt'n Fraingck's trash I had great traction. I made friends with a family of geckos. I ate coconuts and only coconuts for a week. I'm sick of them. I Had to escape my tree life. I saw Margo coming back from town with a heavy back-pack. She left the pack at the foot of my coconut-tree while she took a refreshing shower. I Jumped to the occasion and snuck in her pack. There was a pie in there, yo ho!
-"The pie rat life for me!"

The anchor is being hoisted, gotta go.
-Scurvy-

Flying High in the Spymaker

The day didn't start to well for me; remember I when to sleep in the trash can. well...
Margo found me there at 3:45.

-"haaa the filthy . -you go take a bath, brush your teeth, and go to bed . And no reading till all hours young man!!”

She reminded me my mother so much. I vent to wash up and to bed way down in the fore peak in the yellow bag that says “spy maker,” it must be Kennan’s and what a bag o wrinkles. Morning came and I heard capt'n Fraingck in a French I wouldn't repeat.
Next thing I know the bag opens and I went shooting up in the air fifty plus feet, to the top of the fore mast in my wrinkled up handkerchief. This was no joke - the rats at NASA are treated better. It took me good hour before I worked my pulse back down (and that's because I trained in yoga for years). The worst is that i was left up there all day. I got so sun burnt I look like one of the rats in a skin cancer experiment. At sun set the chute (Fraingck’s term for the spymaker) came down to deck. A pink rat was laying on deck next to a flying fish. they both looked fried but Logan picked up the rat and gave him a full aloe massage. What a guy.

Thanks Logan for saving my life.

Did I mention we caught up with that other boat.

So long - Scurvy Rat-

Skin Condition

I was Lounging on capt'n Fraingck's bed. It is really nice back there. Their is the best view of our tremendous wake. long curves of white foam down the swell. It felt like the time I was in Bodi Miller's back-pack, But that's another story. We are trolling two jigs that bounce along way back. The port one got hit by a sea monster right before my eyes it took a fraction of a second and it was gone. the crack of a whip a tail flash then hook, line and bungie vanished. they did catch a tuna with the other line and that was delicious.

Capt'n Fraingck surprised me on is bed last night after is watch. I thought he was going to make a bloody mess of me like he did the tuna. But no he was cool with it he said he talks to rats all the time, only usually they are blue. I jumped at the chance told him of my skin condition. He said it is called MickaelJacksonitis. You freak out at first sight of any germs, you turn white, you shimmy allover with little screams and when you try to run away you actually go backwards."That's exactly my symptoms". so he gave me a cure:

"- pick up all the hairs from the shower sump and the papers from the toilet's trash make your nest in the trash can sleep the night in there and "voila" you are cured".

-we will see in the morning, good night guys

-Scurvy Rat-

Scurvy Report

My life in the forepeak, where I reside, is getting difficult. We bounce around so much. The old grey mare is at a full gallop jumping over hedges. I have found refuge in Kennan's pile of clean underwear. He will never find me there, the little piglet. The Kids Have abandoned the forepeak, guess I scared ‘em good. At night when I'm not studying for my SAT, I'm scavenging the slop-bucket that they always leave full in the sink. When capt'n Fraingck sleeps his watch on deck, I check the navigation and do my E-mail. I Have to be careful with Margo, she is a light sleeper and comes to the navstation at anytime of the night to do her "writing". I have the feeling she hates rats.

Dammit here she comes!

-Scurvy Rat-

I Hate Water

I’ve hated water since I was a little rat. My dad threw me in the Venice canal, “swim or float,” he said. “It's good to know your a floater ! just don't get flushed!” Here it has been flush after flush for days my bladder can't give any more. I can't put my rats nose out on deck I would be swept over the side within seconds, shark bait, what a nightmare. I used to be a beautiful jet black color sun tanning on the roof of my building. These days I spend so much time in the dark bilges, that I'm turning as white as a lab rat. I will soon be glowing in the dark like a freak experiment. I couldn't sleep yesterday afternoon. They went at it for hours with their guitar and ukulele. I tell you what, first chance I get, I'm going to chew the strings short.

The wind is picking up they 're going to have to reduce sails . I hear the skipper swearing. Got to go.

-Scurvy Rat-