"Once upon a time there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died." -
Patrick Star
Those were the last words I ever heard from the man thought the Captain as he made his way to the bazaar. What I carry and what I bring with me to these merchants are the last of the equipment that he left behind before he died.
It was a terrible accident. Four score and seven years ago, a ship I was in charge of land on what we thought was an island. Our men, tired from the long voyage at sea, sought to build a fire to cook our freshly caught fish and be merry. However, it all changed when the fire nation attacked. Upon lighting a fire, a terrible stirring of the ground occurred. Only a few of my men were able to make it back on board, myself included and as we were yelling for the other men to come aboard, the ground below them began to sink and a large spout of water came spraying out of the ground, piercing a man in half. Our ship flowed away from the waves and I saw my men no more.
Even amongst those dead, I managed to gather the equipment of my finest sailor, Patrick Star from Bikini Bottom. I thought to myself if perchance I were to run into a family member of his I could give back his belongings and tell of his brave adventures out in the sea.
When I got to the bazaar, a crowd encircled me. I told them my story and the tail of my brave sailor when all of sudden one of the men raised his hand up.
"Captain it's me! Patrick!" cried the man.
I could hardly believe it. Here, after years of searching, a man perchance claims to be Patrick?
"The audacity that some men have! And here I thought that men are honest! How could you claim to be a dead man?" I barked at the pretender.
"Captain, I am he! I managed to escape and have sought refuge with a king!"
Lies! I thought to myself, there was no way that this man could be the famed Patrick. I saw him with my own two eyes. The destruction that the whale caused because we mistook it for an island.
"Captain!" yelled one of my men
"Yes?" I said
Turning back, I see my men swell up in tears. For that man who I thought to be a pretender was indeed the brave Patrick Star who I have been looking for. Falling down to my knees I cry and kiss his feet.
"How did you survive?" I asked.
End.
Bibliography:
Andrew Land
The Arabian Nights
Authors Notes:
This is the first of Sindbad's voyages. The story takes place after Sindbad escapes a near-death experience of having mistaken an island for a whale. He drifts back on a piece of wood somewhere and manages to survive until one day he finds his captain trying to sell Sindbad's belongings. For this story, I told the story from the perspective of the captain.