The School O'Crossbones

Ricardo Basco's Log - Day 1. - Part 1 - Disharmony Dusk

Crew-mate of Captain Redbeard, The Ruby Avenger.

Right...now how do I start this? I guess I'll just write what comes to mind.

Everyone's a genius but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree then it will spend the rest of its life think it's stupid. Now I don't remember who said that exactly, but he might have just been a complete moron because nobody's listened to him for the past 70 years.

So, I'm Ricardo Basco, the fish in said equation. Now what kind of fish? Well that depends on who you ask.

If you asked my teachers, I'm probably a goldfish. "He's got a memory like a sieve" I've heard them say. 

If you asked my classmates, I'm the clownfish. Pretty self-explanatory.

If you asked the girls from my school, they would say I'm a blobfish. Nuff' said.

And If you asked my social workers.....

On the second thoughts it's probably best if you didn't

Look I'm not a writer, or a journal/diary guy. I was just given this task of filling out a crewmate's log just to keep a track of my journey. So don't expect a well-written or even well punctuated story okay? 

So...a little about me; I'm half British and half Filipino but born and raised in Blackhull, Britain, so if you ever decide to talk to me, expect a fairly rough northern English accent. 

I guess you'll also need to know my appearance...I have fairly tanned skin (well not a tan since it's like that all the time) 

pointy spikey black hair with red streaks (I thought it made me look cool okay?!) 

Brown eyes...what else? Oh!* I also have a red jacket that I always wear, It's a heirloom that's the only reminder of my parents. I can't tell you much more about that since...well, I barely know what's happened to them.

*and yeah, I'm one of those people who likes to write their exclamation.

I'm guessing you'd like some description of where I live.

Well I don't have much to say about it. It's just your average small harbour side town. Not alot going to be honest. The town's called Whitehull.

But BLACK HOLE sound like a better name. Every time I try to get out of here, it just seems to pull me back into it's dullness.

It's like, take what you think a seaside town would look like and then make it like a million times worse.

I mean the harbour is full of boats that never seemed to get used. They're more than likely just trophies for rich people anyways. you know the ones I'm talking about, the dudes who buy a boat and then parade around like they're most smug berks on the planet.

I get it. You bought a boat as a "Statement". Get over yourself.

And then there's the beach. Oh gosh, the beach. It's a grey pebbled beach teeming with the brownest sand you'll ever see with seaweed and beached jellyfish just left to die like the rest of us. There's stupid geese that parade around the harbour like they own the place and they'll attack ANYONE who comes near them. Heck, even the plants around here can hurt you, there's nettles around every grass patch.

I'm just talking about the natural stuff by the way. I haven't even mentioned the littering.

Look, I'm not environmental nut but how does this town that apparently sooooo proud of it's harbour history get *THIS* littered.

crips packets, chip boxes, loose nets, plastic bags, cardboard boxes, straws are some of the things I've seen when I'm just wandering around the beaches. I mean I've seen a CHAIR, lodged in the sand before. Oh yeah and expect a sunken Tesco's trolly in the harbour that was drowned for some reason.