Bartholemeu had not been above deck for the whole of the voyage thus far, so he didn't know how long the ship was at sea. He estimated that he was on this journey for about three weeks. He had been busy catching rats and adding them to his collection.
    At times he was exceedingly bored, and asked permission of Matikhara to use his Gamecube©, Xbox©, PS2©, N64©, NDS©, etc. Today was no exception. He was sitting in the back seat playing Mario kart 2 with Matikhara. At one point, Captain FitzRoy walked by, looked into the van, saw the television screen, scratched his head, shook it, and walked away muttering something to himself.

An hour passes...
    "You know, the Captain will get pretty mad if I don't dump that dung now. I gotta go," said Bartholemeu. Bart then powered off the GCN, climbed out of the van, grabbed his bucket and walked off.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen...
    The door opened, and Captain FitzRoy stepped in. He closed the door.
    "Could you, by any chance, make 'Anchovy Pizza' tonight? I have heard it mentioned among the crew, and I wonder what it tastes like."
    "Why, of course! The little fishies who are kept in storage, those are known as Anchovies! We cook them on pizza!" replied the cook, with much enthusiasm.
    "Yes, yes," said the captain, apparently not caring about 'little fishies'. "What exactly is 'pizza'?"
    "Pizza! Pizza is flatbread, yes! Flatbread with tomato and cheese! We put little fishies on it!" Again, he speaks with unnatural enthusiasm.
    The captain, now as red as the tomato sauce on Anchovy pizza, gritted his teeth and stormed out. (What does he have against cute little fishies???)

Back to Bartholemeu...
    "Okay, this is getting Annoying! Narrator, go away!" Bartholemeu yelled at the sky. (If you noticed, I was narrating that)
    "GO!"
    Okay, my narrator is gone. In case you were wondering, I had just finished throwing that smelly dung overboard when the Narrator came. So, Dinner will be served in a few minutes, and it had better not be Anchovy Pizza (My nose has picked up a whiff of the stuff. My nose never lies.). See, I've had something against the stuff since a slice of it attacked my parents. They then moved away because they were afraid the local pizzeria was trying to murder them. I, alas, stayed behind. Whenever I pick up a scent of the stuff, I jump on my Motorcycle, locate it and burn the pizza into oblivion.
    (Hi, this is the Narrator again. He's lying. He never even knew his parents!)
    Too bad, Mister Narrator. I gotta go to dinner.
    Next day...
    Today, we drop anchor at the Canary Islands. We will be staying for but ten days. I now lay in my moldy hammock, the ropes of which are fraying and almost worn through, reading a note from Matikhara.

   Coins? Gold-Plated? Where am I supposed to find gold? I know that the captain's personal chair is gold-plated, but would I dare strip it off? Would stripping off the gold, through some stofer magic, transform me into gold? Is it worth the risk? Why am I asking these questions?