touching tenderness

i was leisurely sprinting up and down the stairs between the bridge and the arcade when i noticed something beautiful as i almost started casually sprinting back down...from the captain's chair which i was anxiously relaxing in i saw out the window (i saw it in a mirror pointing out the window...it was above me..my head was leaning back, resting) an old crew member slowly bending over to pick up a small piece of garbage that he was obviously not culpable for. it was just a civic kind of feeling of responsibility on the ship that all the youngsters don't seem to possess. he hobbled over and put it in a trash can and just kept hobbling. really slowly...what the hell does that guy do on this ship? there is no way he is fit enough to be on a modern whaling pirate ship. he looks like it though...not fit; he looks like a classical whaling pirate of the highest order...i miss him...he's walked out of my field of vision...back to my reckless ladder sprints!

arson!

someone set a fire in the ship's zoo. it scared the panicky zoo keepers, but the suicidal zoo animals welcomed it. the fire team was able to put it out, and are the main suspects. nobody was injured.
when we started the zoo we assumed we were saving the animals from the wild. they were out of control. now they have stable homes. the horses have stable stables. we protect them. that's why i was so confused when i saw on my monitor the way they were all in their tiny cages leaning toward the fire in an attempt to get burned to death. puzzles me still. maybe we could put televisions in their tiny cages and they'd be happy. (we don't even make them pay rent!)

fancy boat parts

i love the word periscope.
we had one installed this week that goes down so we can look around in the sea. keep an eye on things.

cuisine and family

they would just crawl around drooling with nothing but babyish, murderous thoughts. their expressions are completely baby though, so they don't reveal the murderous part.
the fact that they have the capacity to live so long in this state means that the lucky ones who live past 4 or 5 years are (due to experience) able to develop certain skill sets that would nauseate anybody who witnessed a human baby utilize. most become pretty good at fashioning and using crude weapons and utensils by the age of 5. this directly corresponds to their life expectancy i assume, and also why people don't keep them as pets. they need to be able to really cut the baby meat up very fine because, they never get more than just regular baby teeth (which are retractable). so chewing and tearing flesh is not their forté. when they do catch a fellow baby, they must find a safe place to start the hours long process of gingerly cutting all the meat into tiny pebble sized bits which they soak in sea water and semi-digested, regurgitated berries for more hours (we are of course speaking in terms of baby-hours). it's curious that they all, without exception, end up using this mode of preparation for their meals, as they don't teach each other or hand the recipe down generationally. they are literally self-reliant and have no bonds with other individuals of their own species emotional or otherwise and there is no sense of relation between any of them. even if they were capable of understanding the idea of clan or family, they would have no idea who was in their own, because the mother lays the egg and goes off to hunt for a baby. if we must figure out one way that they have a bond with anything, then they have been known to sometimes forge what could be taken as a relationship with their baby elephant masters, but that is really just because they enjoy riding them. it's the kind of love the men and i feel for our awesome cigarette boat.

sport

the only other babies on the island were baby elephants (which is also the proper, scientific name). like the human babies, the baby elephants never mature. they, are born with tusks though, so as you would imagine, poaching of them is even more rampant than in the human baby "society". the human babies themselves refuse to poach the baby elephants because they are different. the baby elephants do hunt human babies, but not for poaching; for slaves. its really not as bad as it sounds though, because the human babies love riding baby elephants and that is all that is required of the slave babies, as baby elephants love their national pastime: baby jockey races. this is the only fun thing about baby jungle island.
p.s.
dr 45 robots doesn't know anything about baby elephants

rotting baby husks

rotting baby husks

i have discovered new, indescribable panic

we're leaving baby jungle island. it was pretty upsetting. i have not put all the words together yet (more to come), but one of their customs, or rituals or scary tactics is they set up mannequins with translucent skin and neon tubes for "bones" at night. they don't look like human skeletons, just how a skeleton would look if it were made out of neon signs. also, when i do recount the experience, you will probably see heavy use of the phrase, "rotting baby husks". so, there you go.