PS Day 2

Post Scriptum for Day 2 entry

     I do try to hold to my usual diligence in faithfully recording the events of my travels, but on this day I have allowed an important turn of events slip my mind while writing.  Likely, it was the result of an excess of humorous fluid building pressure on my brain from dangling inverted for so long, or the lingering effects of the intoxicating vapors of exotic flora.  Some portion of my mind must have clearly recalled the event, or at least left dubious thoughts sufficient to cause me to label the date as “unknown”.

     After toiling with the motivations, which guided my pen, I began to have a hazy recollection of a quite bizarre mental image.  As if the phantom of a dream evaporating with the suns first rays, the memory seemed eternally out of reach, until a conversation at the Bordello jogged—no, plundered my recollections.  In short order, I was able to recall the exact happenstance that gave rise to my parapraxis.

     I had indeed peered upon a ledger, which prominently displayed an incorrect date.  However, that date does not seem to agree with but a small handful of the residents of this island. 

     The offending conversation in the bawdy house, went thusly:  A rather naïve looking new castaway insinuated that I was of advanced years simply because the most recent date I could recall was in April, 1896, the date of my last port call.  I informed her that I was not old, just blown a little off the course of time, it seems.  

     To which, the blind barman babbled on with some kind of nonsense about radio with moving pictures where a troupe reenact the tale of some unfortunate shipwrecked waifs in a play called “Lost”.  He proceeded to fill the room with twaddle about wave-powered ovens, pods full of eyes and other imaginative, but clearly fictitious delusions.  Another scantily clad patron, calling herself Gwendoline, claimed that it was the year of the Tankard.  Throughout the conversation, the new arrival continued to insist that it was the Year of our Lord 2017!  Madness all, pure insanity indeed. 

     I must remember to commit to my records a good deal more of the conversations that I had with that seemingly well-mannered savage woman.

     Even in this writing, I feel that I am somehow forgetting some other important detail.  Some phantasm regarding my previous cargo I suspect.  No bother, I’m sure it will come to me soon enough.

((I will never use a character's name, any direct quotes or photographs without getting permission first.  However, I may recall any conversation I was part of.  If you can recognize your character in my description and you take issue with that, please let me know and I'll re-work the entry to make it more vague.))