He awoke from his Mahogany bed.
His room was made of glazed cherry wood planks from floor to ceiling.
The walls were decorated
with various nautical memorabilia.
Detailed maps of universally unknown bodies of water to old anchors
and helms cluttered the walls.
He was shaken
by a wave brushing up
the portside of the vessel.
The man let out an inscrutable muttering
as his arms stretched to the sky
and he sat up in the bed. As he sat up,
there was a loud thump as everything
on his bed fell to the floor.
The man was then interrupted
when the old oak door flew open.
The boy on the other side wore
raggedy white cloths,
but you would never have known
by the color they were now.
"Quick boy, out with it!" the tired man said. He was grumpy and ill-tempered
by the boy's intrusion.
"Master, come quickly! We have landed!"
The man then rushed out of bed
and started to get dressed.
He told the boy
on his way out to make sure no one
leaves the ship without his presence.
As he dressed,
he hoped that they had finally found
the lost island of Presailus. The island holds the key of stopping
the evil Cortez and his men.
As the tiny door
opened with a deafening squeak,
dead silence loomed upon
everyone watching below,
whose eyes were now fixated at the man who exited.
The man stood straight up
with an aura of self-wealth and pride, unwieldy by most men except
the highest of nobles and kings.
His name was Bartholomew "Riddik" Spallows.
Captain Riddik had a head
of wavy light brown hair that went down
to his shoulders.
On his head
was a captain's hat made of wool with a sky blue feather...