The sun was hot and I was bored. I sat on the Taupacin Idely, how most of my days were spent now. I looked around, blue blue blue. The sky was blue, the ocean was blue, the fish swimming below were blue.
Oh, how I yearned for a color other than blue or bleached white. The boat got bleached white, the Taupacin too. I had been thrown into a tourist's snow globe full of cerulean and eggshell. When things got too boring they would shake it up and watch the small Indian boy swirl around in an ultramarine and alabaster abyss.
As if somehow knowing my needs, on deck Ritcherd Parker crawled out of his quarters to bask in the sun.
Oh Jesus, Mary, Allah, and Shiva! What a sight beheld my weary eyes. Richard Parker's brilliant orange coat shone in the sun. The titian fibers taunting my bland color scheme. Orage is such a marvelous color, the color of mangos and Indian spices. It is my favorite.
Ritcherd Parker rolled onto his back, shrouding the orange-yellow miracle with his ivory middraft. I wanted it back.
"Please, Ritcherd Parker, roll back!" He looked at me with unyielding eyes. His eyes told, predictably, of boredom. He blinked. I noticed something different, something I'd never seen in his amber eyes. Could it be? Lust? Could this powerful ginger beast want a scrawny brown boy?
Yes, his eyes said.
Yes, my heart cried.
I hopped off the tapulin into his area and gripped his bittersweet fur. He roared with pleasure.
AND THEN THEY PORKED.
a/n: Sorry for inaccuracies. I've never read Life of Pi; my friend wrote this beautiful fanfic for me. Sometimes her handwriting is hard to read.