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Date Posted: 17:53:35 07/31/03 Thu
Author: Capt. Fear
Subject: Rotgut, and Revenge!

(A lone fire burns bright on the beach and a lone camper sits on the beach and stares deep into the fire. He has his elbows on his knees a bottle of Rotgut dangles between his legs as it hangs on his right index finger. He looks at dsigusting at ever, the grease in his hair glistens in the fire light. He he takes a swig of the vile on contents of the bottle. A slight bit trickles down his chin. He wipes it away with the sleeve of his shirt. The captain looks up with a glazed look, you can now see that the world title lay drapped across his lap.)

Capt Fear: A man, a myth, a legend, a spook story................................ they've said it all about me bucko. But worthy, unrelenting, a blood stain on the white silk of the work. But they all know I am that necessary evil that creeps through their life. The Man is nothing if not an interesting creature. Isn't that right Santiago? Under the cold calculating, smirk land loving carcass, is nothing more than a human kiester that needs to be kicked. And you don't think I am just the man to do it.......but hang around. A work of fiction, we all our, the sea made me, this marius has twisted you, we are all the wicked step childern of opportunity, and programming. In some cases, gone wrong.

(Captain Fear takes another swig for his bottle and looks up.)

Capt Fear: You talk about what we deserve. I didn't deserve this gold you say. Well it came to me, it was mine. It was stolen from me, and I was returning my gold to it's rigthful place. Don't tell me about being done wrong you wretched welps, you snivelling cod fish. Tell me about is mine, what is right, what is just. I was never beaten for this belt. I never had my shoulders pinned to the mat. But you aren't the first that I've faced with such an attitude, but sometimes when the cold north east wind blows me ashore I must take refuge on land, and solice that I walk with all my part intact. The sea is an evil mother, a wicked cruel old girl, and she has tried many nights to drown what she bore, and failed, and failed again. So I promise you, Santiago, no man, myth, or other creation will stop the wicked ways of Captain Fear the Buccaneer. I made this federation by whipping the sniveling Cabin Boys, the likes of Kemono. A poor excuse for a champion indeed. A thief, and I have to respect that. But I also wanted, needed, craved my gold.

(Captain Fear takes another swig out of bottle of home made brew.)

Capt Fear: I've learned something along the way me boy, a lesson that land lovers never learn. That under all that hard shell and tough guy macho'ism, is a whipping boy, a flower that's mother didn't love it enough. Santiago I see through you viel, I see to the core of what ye be. What was it the boys called it? A closest N'sync fan trying to prove himself a tough guy. Well look here tough guy, I am Fear. Fuck Fear, I say no I am not to be triffled with. Fuck Fear, no Fuck you Boyo. I've been screwed around long enough, by this law men, and half wits. I feel it is time to knock the hats off the proud. All those that sit so high and mighty like they are entitled. Look down your nose at me will ye? We'll see where that get ya. When you have fun others don't? That's ok, I don't have fun keel haulin' the likes of you? I do it without joy or remorse, without thought. I am cold to the world. You can have all the fun ye like, but you will tremble like all the others at the feet of FEAR!

(He throws his bottle into the fire and it explodes, and the camera fades to black.)

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