Captain.

"Flapjack don't need YOU, K'nuckles. YOU need HIM."

"Captain K'nuckles don't need nobody," he huffed, folding his arms and turning away from the whale.

"Captain, he says," Bubbie scoffed, rolling her eyes "Captain K'nuckles. Just what, CAPTAIN, are you CAPTAIN of?"

K'nuckles went to reply, his mouth held open and a wooden finger pointed matter-of-factly towards the sky, but when a reply failed to reach his thoughts, his brow furrowed further and his mouth slowly eased shut.

"Oh, that's right. You ain't captain o' nothin', are you? You' just some washed up old sailor, without a penny to yo' name, spending your days drowning yourself in maple syrup and feeding lies to the one person who truly looks up to you, before leading him into trouble, with no remorse about the matter so long as YOU don't get hurt. Humph. Some Captain."

Scene from the fic.

This was irritating.

And it looks like shit.

Why don't I just roll over and die?

I might re do it in photoshop if I can be botheeeeeeered~

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack ~ *thurop van Orman

~Vampyre1o5