The
cook took the dead body of the bird, chopped it, boiled it and
prepared it for the captain who was strangely sitting in his cabin in
silence, with white eyes.
Once
the cook finished with the preparations he took it personally to the
captain’s cabin place it on his desk. The captain ate it like any
other food it is. The taste was excellent.
The
boy sat miserably on deck with the rest of the men, some of them
hardly spoke, they were just bedazzled what just had happened.
Then
all of a sudden, the captain who was silent came out of his cabin in
an ecstatic state.
"Any
of you want that bird’s meat?" the captain said, looking
around at his men on the deck.
"Not
me," the cook said. "I think I'll go down the deck."
"Me,
too." Another crew said. "I'll best be getting to my work,"
said another crew member.
The
captain watched them go. Some of the others excused themselves.
"What
do you suppose the matter is?" the Captain said. He turned to
the
boy. The boy opened his mouth but no sound came.
The
Captain put his hand on the boy's shoulder. And the boy felt a sudden
shift a familiar when the hands of the captain was on his shoulder.
"It
is only organic matter, now," the Captain said. "The life
essence is gone now. I, myself, love to eat. It is one of the
greatest things that a living creature can enjoy. Eating, sleeping on
one’s shoulder, discussing things, philosophy."
The
boy nodded. Two more men got up and went away. The Captain drank some
water and sighed.
"Well,"
the Captain said. "I must say that this was a very enjoyable
meal. Very fine. I had long wanted to taste rare meat before. But I
was prevented from enjoying this pleasure in times past."
The
boy wanted to leave, disgusted by the Captain, but before the boy
could get up, the Captain pulled the boy.
"Come,
come," he said. "Cheer up! Let's discuss things."
He
smiled.
"As
I was saying before I was interrupted, the role of Odysseus in the
Myths…"
The
boy jerked up, staring.
"To
go on," the Captain said. "Odysseus, as I understand him…"
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