Call me Britmael.
I am going to tell you the tale of my stint as a sailor on the birding vessel, the Pecat, and the harrowing events that took place under the orders of its captain, Chubbs.
Captain Chubbs' reputation preceded him. When I related my plans to join the crew of the Pecat to the other patrons of the Nantucket inn that I was visiting, I was met with surprise and horror.
They were all "Dude, that guy's totally crazy-nuts. Yeah, apparently he had his leg bitten off by Moby Peck -- the most fearsome owl in the skies -- and he's all consumed by his desire for revenge and stuff."
When I met the captain for the first time, his physical appearance matched the description I'd received from the inn patrons. His left leg was missing and had been replaced by a prosthetic carved from a chicken bone.
He also had a crazy glint in his eye that hinted at his lust for revenge.
The crew of the Pecat was quickly assembled, and our voyage was underway...
