Wounded but not Dead

You'd never believe a rat like me could fall in love like that. It only took one look, the wink of an eye and I was hooked. Maybe there is something in the air in Tahiti the smell of the gardenias plumeria and ylang-ylang mixed; a smell that raises your heart out of it's shell and leaves it prey to cupids arrows. Her name is Syphilis, Syli for short. I don't know where parents go to find names sometimes. We met at Mijo's place up in the hills overlooking the lagoon. There we chased each other in the ferns, and climbed trees to see the sunset on Moorea.

Every day the whole crew came for lunch. Sunday capt'n Fraingck said they would be going to Moorea the following day. Syli and I hid in their backpack; it was cuddly. we had a wonderful sail to Moorea. and I was so glad Syli loved the sea too. Moorea is really spectacular with its deep bays and tall jagged peaks. We stuffed ourselves with pineapples, new love under the new moon. We met capt'n Fraingck's daughters and their respective monsters who chased us all around the boat I even had to dive in the brine to escape that little Raimana. Roonui cornered Syli. she thought he was going to kill her but he kissed her on the nose instead.

The sail to Huahine was an overnight nightmare. Sily got seasick and puked all over my sleeping bag. It was with great relief that we entered the lagoon at dawn. We took of to the motu where they grow tons of melons. All we needed was to carve ourselves a house in a big water melon to be protected from the rain. there are lots of dogs on the motu so the cat population is in check. In fact there is nothing wrong with the place. When it came time to rejoin Silver Lining Sily panicked. She wouldn't go and begged me to stay but I couldn't abandon ship like that. You see I'm not a Melville kind of character.
But now I'm sailing away from my sweet love and I'm heart broken.

-Scurvy-