Mr.Know all

I wish it was that easy to tell my story but look where we are.
If you thought that you knew John or Mr. Kelada, wait until you hear the full story.
On this ship I was lonely and desperate to find friends, even when I tried to make friends no one seemed to even care or listen to me, they would all be like: “oh not this guy again”.
My name is Musala, I am half Asian half Nigerian, light-skinned, was born in Greece but moved to Ireland when I was four. I’m pretty tall- 6″1, and I shared the cabin with Mr. Kelada and John.

On the first day of the sail I tried to know Mr. Kleda better, we had a nice conversation and I got to know him better, he was a complete show-off, very Arrogant and a bit alcoholic. He had every alcoholic drink you could think of, even though prohibition was in effect- whiskey, vodka, beers, and more. He was a cool guy to be with, unlike Brian that preferred to be a loner and smoke alone instead of joining us to a card game that I have invited him to.

As the sail continued Mr. Kelada and I tried to stick together as much as possible, for me it was mainly because I was the only light-skinned onboard, and back then we were not really liked so having a drunk guy next to you can get pretty useful here and there. While onboard, Mr. Kelda got a reputation for being super cocky and a big pain, so he decided to stick with me because of my tough guy features.

Life on a ship was not the best mainly because of the horrible food, seasickness, crowded cabins, and mental illness. People on board would get mentally ill over the rocking of the boat. As the days went on Mr. Kelada and I noticed how lonely and weird brian would get at times, he started to stare really badly at people and would often talk to himself about other people on board the ship.

As time passed Mr. Kelada grew more and more distant from everyone on board, it seemed at times that everyone had grown to hate him. After a while, even I started to hear all of the rumors and gossip. Everyone said he was a condescending asshole and that I should ask for a cabin transfer. At the time I didn’t talk about it with Mr. Kelada because I didn’t want him to fight anyone, and I mostly didn’t say anything about it.

Once, Mr. Kelada got into a fight with someone on board. Mr. Kelada had won an argument he had with him, and the man was certainly not happy about it. Out of anger, he threw a jab straight at Mr. Kelada’s face. Mr. Kelada flinched as he was not accustomed to fighting, and I rushed to his defense. Afterward, Mr. Kelada had probably understood the problem with his actions, and how they make other people feel.

Even though he understood how other people felt he found it very hard to change. people were getting tired of Mr. Kelada and they started to talk about him behind his back, they started to call him Mr. Know-All. I don’t know why, but I made that name up, I was talking to John and Mr. Ramsay when I thought of it. “He thinks he knows it all, this Mr. Kelada fella” said John, to which I replied with ”He is a work of art that Mr.Know-All”. That name spread like wildfire and the next day everyone was using it.
And that’s the story of how Mr. Know-All came to be.