Pete, the craggy parrot, released me from the hold. He has been my jailer since the Wishbone rescued me some days ago.
I was permitted a turn on deck for air and exercise, and how wonderful it was to be out-of-doors again! From the tiny port hole in my cabin below I can see little but a patch of sky. But there, on deck, I reveled in the vast expanse of sea, and wondered idly how far we had come from my little Wet Hen's wreck, now resting on the sea floor.
Today I did get to meet the crew and the Wishbone's famous captain. Il Pollo del Mare is as handsome as I'd heard and far kinder than I thought he would be. He is quite charming really. I am invited to dine at his table tonight!