At Ease

He’s dead. The tyrannical, cannibalistic captain, Waldo, is dead. I…don’t know how to feel about this.

Like, on one hand, he was a force to be feared, wanting only power and to be the strongest. He took over Blu Down Th’ Lane and killed a fair few, cooking them to perfection. As curious as I am, they hadn’t really consented so I’m not interested, and now I’ll never know. But that’s beside the point.

But on the other hand, I pitied him. Dude, I knew him, back when he was a Spheal getting kicked around by Keir. No wonder he wanted power, after all that. He was a funny one, practically eating anything he could get his hands on. Even shoe laces, I guess that’s where his gluttony came from.

I don’t know if his pirate ancestry had anything to do with it, wanting to conquer everything, though. Like, is there any reason to follow in his parents’ footsteps? He could’ve lived the life of an honest sailor, exploring like any other exploration team. Maybe he was just tired of being confined to the area around Blue Town and its dungeons, prediscovered, I don’t know. He didn’t have to be a tyrant, he could’ve chosen a different path.

What were the signs? Maybe if I psychoanalyzed him more…well, that’s like playing mind games but, like, for psychologists. Makes me feel bad now that I think of it. But like, seriously, what were the signs? …I don’t know. I only knew him as a Spheal and even then not much about him. Maybe if we saw him as a Sealeo? I don’t know, man.

I feel guilty about all this. Like I could’ve prevented his death, you know? I know I shouldn’t feel bad about his death. Heck, he killed so many Pokemon and destroyed our old home. How could anyone ever forgive him for that? …I do, though. I said I forgave him for his crimes and dammit I am keeping that promise. Just…sigh. At ease, captain, at ease.