It all started when about six weeks ago, (but who's really counting?), while I was inspecting our fresh food stores. Captn Fraingck walked up to me with the look he has when he's killing a fish, or the look he has when he means business, and said, "Scurvy, I think it's about time you earned your place on board". I looked at him suspiciously and said "wud'ya mean?" He beckoned me to come with him and took me to the engine room, where there was a hamster wheel attached to what I later found out was an electric generator. I caught on pretty quick, I looked at him incredulously, and was about to say,"you can't be serious!" when the door shut. I tried to open the door, but my paws were too slick from all the oil in there. I was thinking about going on strike, but I saw a note on the door saying, "If you do not work, I will keep all of your coconut supplies for my 5:00 punch". An image of my coconuts being turned into grog flashed in my mind and I hopped on that *&*()!!* hamster wheel and started running at a marathon-winning rate. Finally, a few days ago Captn Fraingck came in the engine room and said he thought I deserved my place onboard. I grumbled my way to a clean pair of underwear and slept off the day.
Now that you've heard my story, I ask that you please send multiple complaints about the captain's conduct with his crew.
-Scurvy-
