The Captain of the Black Dragon

Chapter eleven: Garcia the Swift

Steering the Black Dragon, I took a heavy sigh. The deck was empty and if I were like any other-I'd think I were alone. The sea fog was just layered perfectly around the boat, this morning, that it looked as if we were in an endless cloud of pure white. The air around me was a sticky, heat; which caused my hair to stick to my forehead.
We were just 50 miles shy of a swamp that held a sea witch. Circe.
Hopefully, if my calculations are correct we will reach her shack just at dusk this afternoon.
It's good to be back in the Caribbean. If we can get the crew in a healthy matter; then we will be able to get to Kahtarina's uncle, Jack.
I wish I could have that boy bring me my breakfast, but I unfortunately have to get my breakfast myself. Tugging at a rope that was tied to a wooden stationary pole, I hooked a loop around the wheel, so it would keep a steady steer. I walked down to the kitchen and saw that Meredith was cooking something.
"Oh, hello, Meredith! How are Ye feeling this mornin'?" I asked, unsure if she was sick or not.
"Mornin, Domo! I'm feeling up to doing things today. I just cannot sit still fer the life of me!"
I smiled at her, but then furrowed my brows. "What are Ye makin', anyway?"
"Yer breakfast."
"Ah, when will it be done?" I asked.
"Just a second." She opened a jar of pickled food and slathered it next to some fish I caught the day before. I scrunched my nose at the smell. It isn't every day I have to smell sour vinegar....this smell was terrible.
After placing a wooden fork on the plate, Meredith set the plate in front of me and hurried off to make food for the rest of the crew. "Thank you." I said. She nodded and kept handling the pungent food.
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After going back to the wheel, I realized that we were correctly on course and everything was going smoothly. That is, until my compass fell off my belt loop. "Damn it." I said, picking up the small box. A small crack was in the corner, and when I opened it I found that the needle was twisted. I noticed small engravings that appeared to be letters all over the box. I began fumbling with the object, turning it every which way to see the engravings. On the bottom, was a large 'G' and a skull. I smiled a bit. Of course he got a hold of my compass. Sneaky bastard.
Garcia was a man that I had grown fond of in my younger years. He was a man from the Caribbean islands who eventually went to England to work for the crown. I loved him, to say the least. He would always say "Domo. You and I will sail the seven seas together! We will rule this world and spit in the faces of our enemies!" But, sadly, that was something only in a dream. We'd see each other once every now and then, and mess around. This time, I assume he stole my compass while we were docked and marked it up.
Wait a minute. THAT BASTARD MARKED UP MY COMPASS. I began to grow furious. "Boy, when I get back to England I'm slaughtering that bastard..." I mumbled under my breath, setting the compass on the wheel stand.
"Er... Domo? I've got a bone to pick." Caliber said, setting a plate of food beside me. I snapped my head in his direction and smiled. "Oh! Caliber! You're lookin' well, this mornin'! Thank you for the food... But I already ate." Caliber smiled back. "Aye... I feel much better after taking a break for a bit. I haven't spit up since yesterday mornin'!" He beamed.
"Well, that's wonderful, lad. Did you come fer somethin'?" I asked. He nodded quickly. "A-aye! I wanted to know if we were close to our destination... It's quiet close to a friend of mines and I want to see 'em." He said, posing awkwardly. I laughed. "We should be there by dusk." I smiled. His eyes brightened up. "Oh, thank you, Domo!" He said, trotting off.