At Le Havre the SS Zorollia was granted with the same curiosity and fanfare that it had received in New York City. To the relief of Ergot and his crew the French customs authorities did nothing but stamp the crew’s passports and did not bother to search the ship. After the first day of the “museum exhibits” Eno wandered into town looking for some inspiration. He stepped into a co-operative café operated by a group called L’Ordre des Mutantes Francais”. He found a deserted booth and ordered a Pernod from a midget waiter. He noticed the clientele to be a different lot with many of them walking on crutches missing limbs or rocking back and forth uttering strange phrases. The last time he had observed so many strange looking people was the night he and his crew had organized a charity ball of the United Mutations in New York. Now they were staring at him, the only “normal looking” person in the establishment. Probably he thought as he was wearing a garish pirate outfit he was simply another mutant. But there was one fellow who continued his staring at Eno and he introduced himself as Jean-Paul Tarty an eminent French philosopher. Tarty bowed and introduced himself to Eno. Eno sensed this was an intelligent man who might be able to tell him where he could find Bluebeard. After Tarty and Eno finished their small talk about their favourite French wines Eno popped the question if Tarty knew the whereabouts of Bluebeard. The reply from Tarty was, “Monsieur Ergot you must be aware this pirate Bluebeard is but a myth or if he did exist he has been dead for many years. But then again you look like a mutant to me. He may exist for you so please excuse my forthrightness with you.”
Eno was a bit surprised about being called a mutant and although he did not understand what it meant he did not like the sound of it. Tarty had vast experience with French mutants and was accustomed with self-denial when it was first suggested to one such a person could be a mutant. There was no need to pressure Eno as one day he would realize the truth. He said to Eno, “My my. You should consider joining the mutant ranks. They will help you find Bluebeard even if he will exist only in your mind. You will find mutants to be a helpful and soulful group of people. They are only too willing to help those mutants who initially fail to recognize they are mutants. Mutants defy existence. They are the sole group in the human species that are responsible for their actions. They negate the established and entrenched way of existence. Therefore they are compelled to reflect upon their own existence. It is only mutants who view life as sacred and that is precisely why they are fighting for their rights. Others who have had these rights ignore them or take them for granted blind to the historical struggle that was waged to obtain these rights, no matter how limited they are. Mutants are fighting for those dreary middle carnivorous man eat man rights they say but that is a lie. They fight for the right to exist, the most basic and unadulterated right. This is the essence of their pureness. They are downtrodden and innocent and the basis for a new civilization. Through the international struggle of the mutants the decadent proletariat, long ago corrupted by their masters, can visualize this corruption and fight for the erection of a just and egalitarian society. In short the mutants are the best societal reflectors around. It’s like being able to see England from Calais on a clear day. If England did not exist then no one could see France just as England could not see France if there was no England. These mutants are pure and simple people yet exceedingly complex. I am sure that they can help you find your Bluebeard.”
Eno considered Tarty a spewer of ridiculous gibberish. Whomever these mutants were they sounded like a ridiculous conglomeration of idiots. Eno responded to Tarty,” listen here Tarty. I came here for a Pernod. Whomever these mutants are I really don’t give a flying fuck about them . I am on earth for adventure. We set sail for Montreal tomorrow and my ship has been converted to a floating restaurant and we are going to make a bundle in Montreal for their world fair called Expo 67. We pirates have never required any organization. We are the only free people and to hell with these sad sack mutants.” With these words Eno left the bar as Tarty mumbled about Kierkegaard and the foundations of Nordic arrogance.