The Captain (Sketch)

The captain walks slowly with a limp in his left leg like an injured rescue dog. His beard is a forest at midnight, a dark shade of black to contrast the pale, moonlight white of his face. His amber eyes reflect a threatening sunset. He commands his crew with a thunderous voice and the pointer finger of Zeus, lightning casted upon pointing and ordering. He wields a sharpened sword, a sharpened eye and most importantly a sharpened tongue that impales his enemies upon contact, sending them hastily to their graves. The seas and the winds obey his word and the earth trembles at his fury. As his ship is tempest tossed he stands calm, with his flask in his mouth and his finger directing the subordinate crew, attempting to save lives with conviction and determination. His dusty hands constantly hold the shoulders of his crewmen.