It feels so good to be with the mankind again (mankind, no peoplekind, you stupid!).
We arrived at Bahamas to re-supply and get new rum barrels and slaves. Right on our first day Donald shot the barkeeper because he didn’t like his silly smile. Since then we live on the beach. We can wonderfully play football here. Under the palm trees. With the red scenery of a setting sun. And with the head of the barkeeper.
Tomorrow we’re leaving. We would gladly stay longer but we fear the wrath of the natives. Because we already conducted some experiments and left dozens of dead bodies in the sand. The color of the beach is now in romantic accord with the crimson sunset.
It really feels so good to be with humans again.