Sometimes, as I used to travel a lot through the wide seas, I heard stories and tales about pirates and buccaneers. I heard of sieges and plunders, hate and wars, violence and rum.
I was just a young lad when I arrived, a dark night, in a dirty boozer in a far island in the Pacific Ocean, where I met a Captain Detestis (or a name like this), who was sitting drunk at a table. I don't know why I began to speak with him, but in a few he told me about a forgotten island, when a time he saw a lonely guy, with black hair and a strange bird always with him.
"'Twas a fuckin' strange guy that one", he said.
"He didn't work, he didn't speak with nobody, he didn't seem to think at all. Sometimes I saw him around the quays, and he was always with that fuckin' bird.
A day I saw him having fun with some bitches in a dirty house near the port; and I wasn't amazed seeing how he went away without paying them. But the bitches weren'ot able to say him anything at all, 'cause he did literary destroy them.
They ned a few days to become again able to work".
The Captain Detestis said me that guy was a really strange one, but he also had something great in his peculiar madness.
"But I was really surprised when I saw him take suddenly his well-loved bird, and put it alive in his mouth. He did eat it...
'twas really orrible! I wouldn't believe what I was seeing".
Then the Captain Detestis began to desperately cry, and I had no way to stop him. He gave me a picture of that man... I was shocked when I saw it, and I'm still surprised now. He was Dirado Deredro!

Michael Bollits