Cabo and the Sea Monkey

A cold, hard wind blew over the port, bringing with it the smells of the ocean and the cries of the seagulls that floated on the air currents far off shore. Cabo our fearless adventurer pulled his jacket a little bit tighter around his shoulders to keep the wind from biting too deeply as he sat on the edge of the pier watching the stevedores unload cargo from an ancient looking vessel that had come in with the morning tide.
The frog had now been in town just over a week and had learned a great deal about these large floating objects by talking with the rats and gulls that lived around the harbor.
On the river, Cabo had seen boats and knew that men used them to travel on rivers and streams, but here was something completely different. First of all, there seemed to be no end to the vast body of water that presented itself to him. The sheer size and power it displayed was overwhelming and the “ships”, as he learned they were called, had very little in common with the skiffs and rafts he saw in his younger days. Somehow looking at these ships made him tingle. The very idea of boarding one and seeing where is goes very much appealed to his curiosity, but there didn’t seem to be a easy way to gain passage; for even if a frog may know many things about water, it still leaves him clueless about being a sailor.


Monster's note: Me not be a writer so please don't tell me about how me be splitting infinitives or changing the tense of me verbs incorrectly. Cabo stories are bedtime and travel tales that come out in one draft, good or bad and with a multitude of errors. iffin someone ever decides to take a serious look at them then me will work on all the things that are wrong. Until then , just enjoy...STOMP-Ribbit.