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The Wig Wearer

I'll never comprehend why some people are so-so shall I say, eccentric. They have a peculiar habit of tossing their own into the streets, letting them snore something dreadful. Quite often they are not only loud, but disheveled and when they awake- bellicose.

Imagine if you will, turning around to find five or six of such strange humans in your favorite rum soaked mud puddle. It often disturbs pleasant mud wallowing, squishing, snorting, rolling and makes normal, quiet conversation near impossible.

I have often wondered why they don't toss clean, clear eyed, respectable people who are pictures of sobriety. We pigs would be more than delighted to share our mud and delectable garbage with them. Perhaps you could tell others. Let them know it's not that we don't enjoy having guests. We'd just rather they informed us prior to their visit.

Our most pleasant experience was a brief visit from The Wig Wearer and that was hardly the situation that you would call pleasant.

He wore a wig. It had to have been a fine wig once, alas no longer! White strands stuck up oddly, it didn't serve its purpose for dark brown hair showed through. The owner of the brown hair had been thrown quite rudely by the usual tavern occupants. He landed face first-which I must say is the worst way to enjoy rum puddles.

He lifted his face out of it and spat out the taste that had touched his had such wonderful green eyes. We pigs have often discussed the eyes of those we encounter. His were sad, deep circles had yet to trace them, evidence that he had fallen into Tortuga a short while ago.

"James Norrington, what has the world done to you?" The Wig Wearer slowly brought his gaze to find the voice. Recognition sparked a change in his eyes a flicker of something came to light, then was gone as he replied, "Nothing I didn't deserve…"

At that the young one who had come frowned. The returning look pondered the words of sorrow, words of a man much changed. She, for you see we could see past her disguise, helped him up on unsteady feet and they departed.