I just want to know when and why it was decided to change the Cap’n from a gentle, kind old gent to a coke-addled rampaging lunatic who, if I were to see him at night in an alley, would make me turn and run.
He was formerly Admur’l Crunch of the Royal Sealandia Navy’s 69th Fleet but was demoted when convicted of mopery and dopery. He was acquitted of the charges of flotsam and jetsam and so was allowed to remain in service. But bilge rats still flee in terror when his peg-legged footsteps (*) are heard. You would, too.
(*) Our cat suffered a rear leg fracture while dodging traffic. The vet fitted her with a nifty splint. When she walked our hardwood floors, all we heard was the klik-klik-klik of her peg leg. Mice could avoid her, dammit. Rodents ain’t deaf, y’know.