How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus

It was upon my third day as the ship took flight that I met quite the phenomenon. A creature most intelligent that appeared to be something like that out of a story book. A cat of some sort with black and white fur and moved twixt stern and bow often. No man truly paid it no mind as if it were normal to have such a thing amongst regular human beings. It was not a thing that was known to I or any other person known to me and appeared to be kept secret as not any human being within my realm ever spoke of such a creature. It stood upon its hind legs and wore a small open jacket the color of its fur that caused it to appear as if it truly wore nothing at all. If it were not for the buttons on the article of clothing it would seem to disappear.

 This small creature although small and rough looking, when speaking was the most boisterous of the bunch. He often danced a jig to the sound of his own tune as he sang of stories long ago that if it were not for the sight of him, I would believe this creature had imagined such tales. And let me tell you this of times where I truly believed that this whole situation was only but a fictitious dream. I should inform you that once upon my awake, as I made a decision to stroll upon the wood of this most magnificent boat that I saw upon the very railings, Mr. Wilder-Beast with hands moving to and fro. At first glance I decided he was only to begin a dance of some sort and cautiously made my way towards him to see what he had done. 

Reader it was to my surprise. I was truly flabbergasted as I found the water move and sway along with him. It was only in that moment, a realization that this movement was not a dance at all but with some sort of sorcery he moved the water itself which allowed the boat to move along with it as they prepared for flight. Fearful I played like I was calm and just stood there as if frozen like toads in the winter and he only looked upon my countenance and smiled then continued practicing whatever he had chosen to do.

 It was only the next day that I asked him how he had been capable of such a feat, and he only shrugged and answered that after re-birth he was born this way. I was unsure of what he meant and did not bother to ask any other questions out of fear of my own demise. And yet, this little creature, small and yet powerful was never seen to cause any harm to anyone or anything. But only helped where it needed to be as he danced joyfully upon the ship. Writing carefully as I watched and made notes of such a silly creature in my midst. If ever I am free of this place, I hope at some time that I will again see Mr. Wilder-Beast again.