im a nervous nelly!

i seem to be paranoid. i have the strange feeling we are being followed. i realize this is impossible because there is nowhere for my imaginary pursuer to hide. maybe i am just going crazy after the harrowing experiences of the last month and a half. maybe i'm not cut out out for this strange life of nauticalitousness. every morning it's the same thing: wake up, shower, put on my ridiculous captain's uniform, bid good morning to the giant, foreign butcher that lives in my closet, throw up in a scupper, drink a glass of rum and cod liver oil, pretend to steer for a little while, etc., etc., etc.
i suppose a life of monotony like mine can affect one's mind. i hope we're not really being stalked by anyone. unless it's someone great, like a king who gives out gold and jewels. i hope were being followed by him. king charles gravy lightspeed III, the top rated chef on all of planet who will prepare a feast for me and the crew and for desert, jewels!