A Rat

A Rat it was dawn about six o’clock the phone from the bridge of the ship rang, time to get up. I had been sleeping on the couch put my feet on the floor and between them a big rat escaped the door to my cabin was ajar it got out. I said nothing no one had seen the rat no point making a fuzz. I made breakfast for the crew. The chief engineer was a bit late I walked up to his cabin, to call him, in his bedroom fast asleep the rat snuggled by his face, by the sound of my voice the rat quickly disappeared and when the chief was fully awake it had gone. I did notice when he was eating there were rat hairs on his unshaven face, he complained of an odd smell. I said nothing had a schedule and lunch to prepare. Thinking about it now I might have been wrong, I sometimes have problems sorting out dreams and truth when telling a story