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Captain was once a scourge on the seven seas (or so he likes to say). His twolegs were an older couple, well off with a boat of their own and a love for the sea. He grew accustomed to the way the twolegs talked to each other on the boat, especially his twoleg's little one, who always wore an eyepatch and an odd hat. They called Captain their little "pirate" and he was always within the boat, or at least, he was, until his twolegs retired from their own seafaring days and became land lubbers like the rest of them.Perhaps a bit stir crazy, Captain has taken to wandering the streets near his twoleg residence. He met Aurora shortly after they took to land, a touch younger than himself, but she reminded him much of his deceased dame Molasses. Their friendship is something he cherishes, and when she mentioned wanting to be more in touch with nature --- he couldn't help but agree. The carpeted floors of his twoleg residence were like a prison compared to the stiff boards of his twoleg's former boat. But there was something so freeing about the dirt beneath his paws and the scent of water in his nose as he walked with her.
She had mentioned a campsite, discussing at length how her twolegs often took her camping. As the pair padded towards it, he took in the sight of a few other cats. Many seemed to be mingling among them, laughing to each other. They were young, mainly. But Captain wasn't one to be shown up by younglings. He looked at Aurora, his mouth curled into a smile.
"Lass, did yer twolegs ever make ye wear those strange... neck things wit' the bell? Seemed so demeanin'." He gestured to one of the strange pelted structures, a scarf poking out. It was clear that another curious cat had grabbed hold of it and dragged it out halfway. "Like those! Me twoleg lass loved these things." He rushed towards it with the vigor and valor of a young cat again, grinning. "Aye, wearin' these on the bow o' the ship as the wind made it sway. 'twas a sight t' see!" He could see a few other cats looking their way, peering further into the tent he noticed more twoleg objects.
"Ah, reminds me o' the ole sea days" He meowed warmly, taking in the scent of twolegs. "Me twolegs liked puttin' me in funny outfits too, one they called a "pie-rat"." He chuckled, nosing out a few more objects of interest.
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an older seal point tom with green eyes. 'tis the tale o' an ole seadog named Cap'n. Now forced ashore due t' his twolegs retirin', he be lookin' fer somewhere pleasant t' spend the rest o' his days. He had a mate who be now sadly wit' Davey Jones 'n two lovin' sprogs. He be known by many kittypets in the area due t' his age 'n be a rather pleasant tom t' be around, even if he can be a bit hard t' understand at times.
