Polly

I got my trusty parrot Polly. i know I”m not supposed to feed him carrots but he really likes it. “Pally, want a carrot?” I know I may never be Christopher Columbus when you fin da map that talks about finding places you just have to find it. Me and Polly re shipping off in the morning. I got my mother ship. It’s called “Top O’ the Morning.”

“Top o’ the morning!” I say in my native language. (Es espanol). People doff their hats. I’ve never really understood that.

Why do people doff their hats if there not good to begin with. I got my hat from the squint-eyed man at the docks.

“Ay, ye’ll need a map” he said. “Without that, ye’r lost.”

“Where did you get this map?”

“I found it in a treasure chest.”

“Where did you find that?”

“I found it at sea.”

“Where’d you find that?”

“I found it where y’er going.”

“I’m going to meet the king and queen.”

“Ay, Ferdinand and Isabelle, oh, they’ll take you the same place, don’t ye worry.” He chuckled. “Now away, ye scanty!” “And take this Valencia, so you don’t die from the scurvy!” he added.

Scurvy? What’s that?

“Die from the scurvy!” Polly chuckled.

“POLLY!!!!” I said.