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AN UNBELIEVABLE STORY TOLD BY AN INSECT.
A Barfly's Destiny
The rescue of Alexander Napoleon Crocket.
Written by Angie Strawberry

Chapter 4: Captain Jack
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However, everything went black and my body swallowed my spirit!
I got back onto my feet and instantly scampered to a nearby piece of strawberry taffy. It was like a welcome back to life treat and my first America feast!
While licking the taffy, I watched Jim sit down at the bar and begin to drink beer from a large flask. Some of the patrons in the Pub went by the music-box and began to put coins in it. I could hear them say that they could not wait to hear Jim sing.
After finishing the taffy, a mouse with a black patch over his right eye came over by me and asked,
"Iye matee did cha like the taffy".
Then this white and light brown mouse introduced himself as Captain Jack. I replied by introducing myself and then I said, "Strawberry taffy is my favorite!" I informed him how far I came to hear Jim Morrison sing. However, Captain Jack gave me some sad news stating Jim would not be singing tonight. He went on to inform me that he lives with Jim and that Jim does not call him by the name of Captain Jack. He went on to say that Jim calls him Peanuts.
Then he went on to explain to me this unbelievable story about Jim Morrison's brother, Tommy, who had been abducted by aliens!
He then asked,
"Would cha be interested n joinin my crew and assist us in the rescue Jim's brother?"
I did not know how I could be any help. Nevertheless, I informed Captain Jack that being a fly, as I am, I probably did not have much to offer to his crew and that I might not be around to help much longer because flies do not have that much time to live.
Captain Jack stood on his hind legs, took a wooden toothpick form off the bar, pointed it at me and said,
"Iye matee, we all shall walk the plank into the unknown abyss! I want to know are you with us or against us! If you're against us I'll skewer you myself. Will you joinin the rescue party or not!"
The mouse then made a quick stabbing motion and put the point of the toothpick between my bug-eyes.
I eyed the toothpick's point with both eyes and said,
"Count me in!"
Captain Jack then walked up to me and flipped the black eye-patch that covered his right eye. The grotesque eye socket stitched and charred black frighten me. Then Captain Jack said, "I knew you'd see it my way!" I then asked him what exactly did he want me to do. Captain Jack voiced relaxed and he went on to say that all I had to do is get a message to the Jim's brother Tommy. He continued to inform me that a parakeet named, Shea, would be the one who will give me the message and that I am to relay that message to Tommy.
Then he informed me that besides Jim and the parakeet there are others involved in this very complicated rescue saying,
"To be successful the crew must all work together!"
After hearing all that Captain Jack had to say, I looked at Jim to see him drink his beer and finish the flask. Jim then put the flask down and stood up. He then laid his hand down by Captain Jack. Captain Jack scurried up Jim's arm and disappeared into Jim's hair.
Patrons at the Pub saw that Jim was getting ready to leave and they were disappointed that they would not hear him sing. However, they did seem to know that Jim had other things on his mind because I heard a few of them say,
"Jim has more important things on his mind".
Jim made a couple of short squeak noises and Captain Jack replied by squeaking back at him. I did understand them however Jim's eyes lit up. Jim then opened the door to what looked like a miniature bird house that was chained around his neck. He then held it with his thumb and forefinger with its door open. Captain Jack then yelled out, Get into Jim's bug-tote!"
I then asked what a bug-tote was and Captain Jack pointed at the cage hanging from Jim's neck.
I then quickly buzzed into the bug-tote, which barely had enough room inside of it. When I was inside, Jim closed the door behind me.

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Written by Angie Strawberry

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