“A CASE OF RUM & TEN LOAFS OF BREAD”

“A CASE OF RUM & TEN LOAFS OF BREAD”

BY SHEB SCHEBELLA

I was almost shanghaied so, I broke for the cost, rolling with laughter as I avoided disaster. With a case of rum and ten loafs of bread, I sighed with what only I had to eat and the bump on my head but, better than dead. I drew up my anchor and hosted my sails, with no particular place to be except only grateful to be on the sea. I spent weeks crossing the wide Atlantic and never once was I in a panic. From Valencia to the Azores were I spent a wonderful evenings playing chess with old retied Portuguese whores. It was much later into the months were I ended up in the Bay of Bengal, what a dump; it was there I met a fine Indian girl and all she spoke of was obtaining a wonderful necklace of pearls, so I told her of my coercions and then she addressed them as perversions and, had me tossed from that café. It was only for a moment in the dirt I laid, and then I was up and running back to the bay to live yet another day. Do south I pointed my compass never wanting to return again, then North West up around the bend to continue my journey again. Later on I was flanked by the Americans and I slipped trough the crack like Panama Jack, which brought me to the Pacific Rim with a cheeky smile only to be masked with a Pirates grin. Do I go north, or do I go south; “No” say I, it is the Orient that waters my mouth. With a case of rum and ten loafs of bread but, better off than being dead.