Captain Parrot Scrufflejacket was a parrot.
He wasn't a parrot that flared with glorious colours nor were his feathers in neat condition.
His beak was slightly chipped from an incident which involved him dragging his beak along a cold, concrete wall in order to escape from the madman Fickle Frogson and his disgusting friends of the Swamp.
He was however, Captain of his own vessel. Granted, it too, was not the finest around and its wonder came from how it still managed to fly. The vessel was of course, his flying airship, named The Pecker Pooper and could carry a crew of five creatures and two barrels of Toadskin Syrupdrink, which of course was one of the most potent hallucinogens around.
It was a relatively small flying machine, one of the old Windchaser Mark I's which were quite outdated by this time, yet they could still fly around and reach city to city with a stop or two and perhaps some unplanned stops due to it's general shoddiness. Scrufflejacket didn't like to call these incidents crashes because he felt that it was the airship crashing by itself, not due to his piloting skills, which were lacking in several important areas but he knew how to get from one place to another...generally.
It had been a bad day for Scrufflejacket and his remaining crew members. Chef Master Heron Blankeyes and Orienter Doggus Dumbdog had previously stolen the last of the Toadskin Syrupdrink which all of the crew were very fond of. The act took place when the crew were searching the nearby grounds to restock on food supplies, which to them were scraps of this and that, that they could find as they had not purchased real food for nearly two weeks and had been eating whatever they could find, steal or barter.
Both Heron Blankeyes and Doggus returned to The Pecker Pooper whilst the others were out gathering and immediately drank the remains of the Toadskin. They were the two newest members of the crew and did not realise that the Toadskin they were about to drink was a lot more potent than usual as it had been fermenting in the hot plains of Iron Hoof Grasses.
The effect hit them hard and Heron fell out the parked ship, in to the plains and bolted in whatever direction he was facing, making some weird, "BRRR BRRRRR" eruptions from his throat.
Doggus became heavily intoxicated and the only thing that remained in his mind was that he was in an airship. He had thrown the whole anchor system overboard and began rising steadily. He had knocked forward the throttle to the Windmasher Pro which was the airships propulsion system of two huge propellers at the back of the airship. Immediately the airship bolted forward in to the clear, blue sky.
With the sudden jolt of movement from the airship, Doggus had forgotten to hold on to anything and tumbled backwards to the back of the airship. He bumped and thudded on his way with the whoosh of the wind and the screech of the fan propeller screaming in to his ear until suddenly, young Doggus Dumbdog had met a very nasty, bloody, gruesome end as he rolled through the Windmasher Pro's propeller systems. It gave off the most terrible sound and looked even worse now that the back half of The Pecker Pooper was covered in blood and bits of fur, not to mention his corpse had completely wrecked the Windmasher Pro which quickly brought the airship to a nose dive, straight in to the ground, some fifty meters away from where Scrufflejacket was prodding a strange looking fruit.
Scrufflejacket and his two remaining crew members stood around the five meter long airship, now being a bit shorter thanks to the crash. He was angry. Very angry. He had no Toadskin Syrupdrink, no airship to fly and very little food.
He gave a crackling sigh.
"THOSE......THE TOAD......MY AIRSHIP!"