You can find Part One and the cast of characters of Scurvy here.
Welcome to the make believe world of our brain and his crew …during a writing session. They are the sailors of the Sad Soul, a ship bound for doom as they find themselves off the coast of a dangerous island whose inhabitants have the reputation of beheading intruders. The Captain refuses to take a chance on weighing anchor and going ashore to find food, and has set course for home, which is 50,000 words away. The crew has been forced to abandon ship to avoid starvation, though they may be walking into the very hands of death.
Part Two: The Mutiny
Captain Boring paced his cabin, muttering to himself with clenched fists.
The first mate stood at the door to his quarters. “The crew is already in the life rafts. We tried to reason with you, Cap’n. Will you come or not?”
“I’ll sail this ship without ye,” the Captain retorted. “Life is a battlefield, Sailor, and if I must take on the whole world alone, I shall.”
“Tis nothing but a matter of straight facts, Cap’n. The crew’s failing, we need help.”
“Leave.” The Captain turned his back, his head reeling. How would he accomplish the 50,000 words by himself?
With a heavy sigh, the first mate went to the raft.
For an hour, the Captain walked the floor, hypnotized by the nearly rhythmic sway of the ship.
The crew had anchored the Sad Soul against his orders, but far enough from the island that she wouldn’t be at risk from the natives.
Back and forth he went, until his thoughts were numb. Without food and water, he knew not a single word would be produced.
What’s happened to me? I used to have a fire in my belly for sailing. Going at the sea alone would have been a great challenge, a dream.
He sank into the worn leather chair at his desk and laid his head down on the maps and charts scattered there. And he began to weep.
This mini-series of short stories is look into what can happen in our mind when one aspect of our thinking becomes controlling and tyrannical. Here, we see our creative instinct as a stubborn Captain who refuses to see the needs of his crew, because he cannot see his own basic needs. He thinks he can go it alone…without teamwork.
The imagination needs food. It needs others. It needs camaraderie and proper delegation.
But when it looks around at other captains, it envies them and feels insignificant. They are braver, more accomplished, they’ve conquered and come home with discoveries and treasures to their names. It wants to be like them – but there is a cost.
The imagination cannot function independently. It is a part of a whole, and when it drives everyone else away out of fear and insecurity, it begins to die. Everyone else fails to thrive as well.
Next time: Captain Boring faces the truth, but he may be too late in the quest for regaining the trust of his crew.