At sea aboard the Wishbone
I had expected to dine with a rough, uncultured individual. Instead, in Il Pollo del Mare I met a courtly, educated bird. As we discovered, he has even seen me perform!
It's rather thrilling to know that an outlaw with a price on his head would disguise himself to sneak into port just to catch my performances! Such admiration is deeply flattering.
I confessed to following the breathless accounts of his exploits in the press with great interest. It turns out, he came to rule the waves by accident, really -- by another turn of fate, he would still be the Wishbone's third galley mate instead of her captain.