The clouds looked dark off in the distance. "Looks like bad weather ahead." Topher said, to no one in particular.
No one responded. No one needed to. The entirety of the day had been relatively quiet anyway. Soon the fog started coming in and Topher couldn't see where he was sailing his ship. "Hey you ... uhh ... what's your name ... get the ... umm ... shiny thing so I can see."
Steve looked confused. "Me?"
"No, the other one."
"What shiny thing?" Mike wondered, realizing that Captain Topher had been talking to him.
"The ... shiny thing that you turn on ... it glows in a beam." Topher explained, not knowing why he couldn't remember the name of the object.
"Captain ... what's your face ... is this it?" Mike asked.
"No..." Topher sighed.
Mikey had just been sitting quietly, but now he was starting to worry. "It's s spotlight, you fools!" he squawked, flapping his wings and lifting himself up about half an inch.
"Right..." Captain Topher said, trying not to look stupid, "the ... thing"
"You can't even repeat it..." Mikey sighed, shaking his little head pitifully, "It's the fog, you realize that, don't you?"
"How?" Topher asked.
"Squawk!" Mikey said (he has to squawk even now and then), "It's the Nameless Fog. It makes you forget the names of things and people and places and stuff."
"So, how come you're not affected ... uh ... you, uh, flying thing." Steve said, not even remembering to call Mikey names.
Mikey held his head up proudly. "Because I'm a genius," he said, "And, it helps that I'm not human too, I guess."
Just then, there was a creek and a crash. Steve, Mike and Captain Topher lost their balance once again. Mikey fell from the rail of the ship. "One of these days I'm going to fall off the other side" Mikey said, shaking the dizziness from his head.
"How many times do I have to tell you ... uh ... feathery thing," Steve said, still clueless but equally as angry, "Warn us before we crash into those ... earthy things that float in the wet stuff."
Mike looked confused. "What?"
"Oh, just shut up!" Steve complained.
And, just as quickly as it came, the fog was gone. The wind had shifted suddenly and had blown the fog away. "The fog's gone..." Mike said.
"Uh, yeah, we noticed" Mikey said.
"Mikey, please." Topher said calmly, "On another note, the whole fog thing made me realize that we need to name our ship."
"What are we going to name it?" Steve asked.
"Mikey, I hope" Mikey said.
"No, I'm going to name it Zeus." Topher said.
"Okay, cool." Mike said.
A few hours later, Topher and his crew had set up a platform to christen the ship. Captain Topher wore his very dressy, very purple, cerimonial captain's robe with tastles on the shoulders. Mike and Steve were cleaned up a bit, and Mikey had been forced into wearing a little pink bow around his neck. "This is SO humiliating." Mikey complained.
"You have to wear the bow," Topher scolded, "Now pick up the bottle and get ready to smash it against the ship."
Topher cleared his throat and announced to his crew (since no one else was around to hear) "I hearby Christen this ship ... Zeus."
Mikey attempted to pick up the bottle, but his little feet were too small to get a good grip. Captain Topher and his pirate thugs watched for a few minutes as Mikey attempted to lift the bottle. Finally, Mikey managed to get a good enough grip, and flung himself at the ship. Unfortunately, mid-fling, Mikey lost his grip on the bottle, which fell and shattered on the platform. Mikey, on the other hand, slammed face first into Zeus and fell backwards just short of the broken glass. Topher and crew just looked pitifuly at Mikey, who got up, waddled around, and then managed to shake off the diziness. "Well, I guess that counts..." Topher decided.
And from then on, Captain Topher's ship was known as Zeus.
The End.
