As the poet once said:
sailor...
captain...
don’t be afraid to be shipwrecked
for the treasure we seek, captain,
is not in the bosom of the port,
but at the bottom of the sea.
Lying between the branches of my improvised mattress, I look up at the sky for a minute, sigh and the penny finally drops: we are all full of stories waiting to be discovered. All you need to go after them.
The scooter flies over my head and I end up trapped in the leafy bushes.
A dignified fall. Only my dignity and I have been wounded. Just as long as no-one has recorded a boomerang.
I drink coffees blacker than the ace of spades, I make up stories about people without asking for their permission, I follow pirates until I discover their secrets...
I only have a second to decide what to do: let go of the scooter and keep running, leaving the electric kraken without control; throw myself to the ground, scooter included,
When I’m passing him, without braking and at a crazy pace, I try turning my head to find out who his prey was, but the speed of my infernal contraption prevents me from doing so and
Sometimes you just realise you’ve had a bad idea. That last shot of Jäger, being honest with your ex, or not checking the brakes of the scooter before following someone at full speed, to name just a few.
I would have to end the pursuit soon. As soon as I get ahead and discover who this pirate drinks the seas for, I’ll get a good story out of this whole adventure.
Discovering Blackbeard, I’ll call it.
I decide to paddle with my foot to rev up the engine of my metal boat, and then I start catching up with HIM. Suddenly, my prey stops before turning the corner and peers in the other direction.
Brainwave! I’ll use a light ship. That Lime will be perfect. The rules prohibit driving electric scooters on the sidewalk, but I’m a rebel and I surf well on asphalt.
Maybe that way he’d get confused and I’d gain a few meters, but naval superstitions discourage it as it’s a challenge to the wind. And because maybe I’ll stop a cab by mistake.