Emperor Penguins endure the harshest conditions of the Antarctic winter to breed. With air temperatures of -40F, wind gusts of 75mph, the males of the colony cluster together into tight huddles, balancing a single egg on the top of the feet, while the females trek 60 miles to the Antarctic Ocean to spend two months foraging for food. Skeletal remains of Emperor Penguins have been found as far north as Barbados. In a cave near Gun Hill Signal Station in St. George bones of several male and female penguins were discovered. Carbon dating places their time to early 18th Century. Opinion is divided whether this find represents a “break away” colony of Emperor Penguins, or the “leftovers” from a pirate clambake.
MILTON: Arrrgh! There’s me wench!
PAIGE: Milton? Milton! For heaven’s sake take off that ridiculous eye patch!
MILTON: Arrrgh! Me name is Long Beak Milton!
PAIGE: Long Beak?
MILTON: Arrrgh! Just ask the ladies of the colony! They’ll tell ya’! Arrrgh!
PAIGE: Yeah, long beak? HAH! Look… I don’t have time for this! Every year it’s the same story… I’m ready to transfer our egg to you, and you pull some cockamamie stunt!
MILTON: Belay that!
PAIGE: What’s this? What’s happened to your left foot?
MILTON: Arrrgh! It got shot off by a canon ball and now it’s me peg leg!
PAIGE: You call that a peg leg? It looks like a bad Ferragamo with a 2″ Cuban heel! I suggest you lose that poor excuse for a Hollywood prop or you’ll never be able to balance our egg on just one foot!
MILTON: Arrrgh! Forget the egg! We be heading to the trade winds in the north! You, my sweet wench, and me! To the Isle of Barbados!
MILTON: Oh, yes… others have done it! It’s been told! And think… no more sub-zero temperatures, no more gale force winds, no more winter darkness! It’s time to cast off, hoist the mains’l, we be bound for the Caribbean and we fly the skull ‘n’ bones! We’ll make love under a star lit canopy with mild breezes caressing us! No long schlep to the Antarctic Ocean for food! No! We’ll take a quick dip in a nearby lagoon, fetch a fish or two and then kick back on the beach, listen to some tunes, sip a Planter’s Punch. Ah… the Caribbean. Tell me it’s not a better life than freezing your balls off!
PAIGE: Milton take off that idiotic eye patch and fake “leg”! I’m giving you our egg. OUR egg! I’ll see you in two months! Arrrgh!