- Apr 14, 2007
The Adventures of Captain Boudewijin Kuijper!
Welcome to my first AAR. This is a AAR based off a strange screenshot that I took. An overwhelming amount of people said that it could be made into an AAR. But the person I dedicated this to is Prussia Rules . After pondering it, I decided to please them and write an AAR. Now on to the infamous picture.
This is picture is suppose to be at least funny, if you don't get it let me explain. The papal states has a ship loaded with men in the frigid north and the captian is dutch. Take a good look and remember what you see, everything shall be incoporated into this AAR. The first part will be short to see if there is any interest in my continuing the story. Now onto the story:
It wasn’t what Boudewijin wanted. It wan’t what anyone of his crew wanted. Duty and honor had compelled him through thick and thin, and duty and honor will get him through this. It wasn’t as if he had a choice, it was orders, strict orders, life or death orders, orders that would kill his family if he didn’t complete.
“Captain Kuijper” yelled second-in-command Ivan Gorensky down into Captain Kuijper’s cabin, disrupting his ever-important thinking time, “Boudy we need you on deck." Then muttering to himself, "can’t you hear a darn thing that is important?”
Not listening to his best friend, the weathered seaman leaned towards the window of his pride and joy, The Dutchman’s Pleasure. Frankly he didn’t care if a rogue wave of the Mediterranean came and crashed into the transport killing everyone, even though no one had believed him that rogue waves did exists. He looked back down at his charts on the chestnut table, tiredly, and decided to take a long and healthy swig of the bottle of Burgundy wine right next to them. He couldn’t help to think why he was chosen for this mission. Not being the smartest, strongest, or having the fastest ship probably wasn’t the reason he was forced into this position. While puzzling this mystery out, Ivan kept shouting repeatedly louder, until there was a knock on his door.
Boudy stood up, knocking the chair he was sitting on, down and stumbling on thin air. He steadied himself by spreading his arms out wide, taking a deep breath, and then picked up the bottle of wine and started for the door.
“Must be the sea, she can be rough like this,” mumbled the drunk captain as he tripped again, almost landing brutally on the floor. Straightening out his wine stained shirt he made way for the door, secretly wishing not to trip again. The rolling ship made the journey across the dry floor precarious for him, but he had faith, one of the only things he had faith in nowadays. Upon arrival he searched for the elusive doorknob, meanwhile the incessant knocking kept on. Finding the doorknob, he turned it and opened the door. Nothing happened. Figuring he should look outside the door, he picked his drooping head up and looked at the blurred figure. Ivan stood there silently, legs straight, hands behind back, and head slightly tilted up.
“Yes,” questioned Boudy, wondering what this behavior was for.
“Um…sir,” meekly began Ivan. He took a quick step towards Boudy, took hold of his shirt cuffs, screamed, “we need you on the deck, NOW…sir.”
Ivan’s face was beet red with several veins popping out of his neck. They locked eyes, neither willing to look away. The drunk, being at an obvious disadvantage couldn’t keep his eyes focused and they wondered off. Ivan laughed hysterically and promptly took his hands off the captain. Seeing how Ivan was enjoying himself, Boudy decided to get in on the fun, and started to laugh for no apparent reason. Both continued to laugh until Ivan realized that Boudy was laughing too, and quickly cut his laughter. Unfortunately, the poor man didn’t notice and kept on laughing until he was on the ground crying, but protecting the bottle. Ivan sat there and waited until the merriment subsided, which lasted for quite awhile.
Now that the awkward silence was achieved, Boudy asked, “So what brings you down here, friend?”
“Rome is in sight captain. What are your orders?”
This instantaneously put him in a sober mood. Humbly he mumbled, “Better go check on the passenger then.”
[post=7982399]Next Chapter: The Passenger[/post]