Eye Captain.

This chump ain't bad. He ain't good neither. Or not better. Least far as I can see.

Now, as though now itself were a character in a small story, took a break. Down he sat upon a ledge. Traveling, he thought, is the best possible incurrence of my youth. Some sort of an empire withheld him from standing. Who are these people, the word lingered in contemplation before falling out of sight. Some new motherfucker, calling himself now, bust onto the scene.