No one knew why the boy was called Captain.
Moreover, no one could remember how he came by that name, as the town had never known of a mother or father. But Captain was the name the boy had given when he was first found sitting quietly outside the police station holding a blue origami crane, and since that seemed as good a name as any, everyone called him Captain.
He was a small boy, probably no more than nine years, not because he had said that was his age, but oddly, everyone in town seemed to think he was nine. He had curly jet black hair and sharp inquisitive eyes that seemed to hold an understanding, maybe even a wisdom, that disconserted some who had Captain look directly at them, which he always did with everyone.
His name was Captain and he would make everything different...
DIYman DIYman 22-25, M Nov 2, 2012

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