The Dramatic Saga of the Iles Chaudes Folles (rough draft part 4)

Now, to be fair to the English, it should be noted that Jenkins had developed an intolerance for their company, while on a brief excursion out of his mind, or so he believed, just shortly before he was thrown into the pirates. In fact, up until the Englishman was spotted by him, coming toward him from out of the mists of the Sacred Veil, with the very (Not) Navy of Chaos obviously  kowtowing to him, Jenkins had believed that the English were only a part of some mad delusion.
  “I was in a mad, elusively delusive state,” he told one group of  pirates, “when I came upon a giggling gaggle of girls. They was all badly dressed, snaggle toothed with strange hair on top of their head that was stiff.... so stiff .. and it was at least three colors. The top of their head had the hair that was dark, then the bottom of their hair was lighter about to the middle, but, the middle was sort of in-between.

All the girls had sharp voices that tore into my ears, and they kept lighting white sticks on fire and then blowing smoke into my face, asking me if I was looking to slap some girl named Fanny. Only then, they kept telling me as how I was not allowed to see her without buying them some sort of chipped fish dish. I don't know if they meant the fish was chipped or the dish, even.”

 Jenkins had been on a ship, before this madness held him sway, he remembered. He liked that ship. He missed that ship. Still and all, he could not quite remember that ship.

“Whatever was the case, concerning that ship,” he told himself “I bet it had nothing to do with Chaos and his mischief.”

 The episode of the giggling gaggle of girls was not Jenkins only run in with the English. He had seen them, several times, these persons he thought he only imagined, in various states of dress, some wearing tall wigs, some wearing odd pants and calling themselves monkies,  and most invading other countries, in one way or another, and shooting many people there with arrows, shot, bullets, large rocks, and, sometimes, cameras.  It was the English with cameras he found the most frightening as they were much like the rich ones who hid behind closed doors and most closely resembled vampires, but, they were better at hiding their true nature behind tans and an accurate knowledge of another countries currency.

 “Though,”Jenkins would tell the pirates, at the end of each of his tales of horror, “There were some rather pretty and entertaining ones, too. One of them was even his own corporation. Whatever that is!”
 
 The pirates did not say so to Jenkins, as they found his stories most entertaining and did not wish them to stop, and he seemed in admiration of this idea, but, to them, the word corporation smacked of an evil so pure that they would not even drink it, if all the rum were gone.