The Dead Man's Mind

It was Friday the thirteenth not destined to be a good day in the eyes of many overly superstitious fishermen on the dock It was a gloomy day The sky was scattered with dark clouds and a misty fog hung over the ocean Doom and gloom again said Captain John Carl Thomason unenthusiastically as he watched his crew unload the catch onto the dock The price is in the toilet again What happened to the way things used to be around here Probably gone along with his mind muttered a short balding man who looked worthless in every respect Shut your trap Remi snapped John Carl Yes Cap said Remi He sounded like he had memorized the responses he gave to his captain s commands John Carl Thomason looked as though he would be very good looking if it were not for the fact that he always looked as though he was having the worst day of his life Is that a banana you re eating Remi asked John Carl casually Yes Cap said Remi automatically Well guess what mate said John Carl his voice colder now What asked Remi not catching his captain s cold tone Bananas are bad luck that s what yelled John Carl He grabbed the banana out of Remi s hand and shoved it in his face DO YOU REALIZE WHAT TODAY IS he yelled pronouncing each word with deadly emphasis No sir spluttered Remi who looked quite the idiot with banana all over his face IT S FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH YOU WORTHLESS IDIOT roared John Carl We have enough bad luck without you making things worse with your stinking slimy banana The Captain threw the banana peel on the dock and stormed away swearing loudly Remi stumbled towards the truck carrying a large box He stepped on the banana peel and fell flat on his face Hey Remi called a young man named Sono how long does it take from when you step on the peel to when you hit the dock One banano second There was a roar of laughter from the other crewmembers on the dock Nice one Sono said another young man called Browen Sono and Browen were broth