None of us were happy with the captains plan. Not because we were afraid to sail past the birdies, mind you. We were more than willing to give them a taste of their own medicine. But somehow the captain always ended up the hero in each and every story. And not because he pulled rank on you either. He just had this way about him that no one, not even hardened oarsmen like ourselves, could withstand.
Like when we needed to appease the witch. He offered to charm his way into her bed before any of us could speak up and of course, it all worked out perfectly. The same with the monster. It was his idea to poke it with a stick and we all agreed to it, convinced the heroic way out trumped being shut in a lair every day. But were we saw group effort, he saw a chance to shine and the worst of it was, we didn't begrudge him. He was our captain and a war hero and he deserved some slack.
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