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Originally Posted by MacOneDouble
Having led the lost sailors to their true home, the seagulls were mildly upset as they congregated along the rocky shore. Seems the gulls had been guiding lost souls for so many generations they simply couldn't find the way back to their own home.
(Truth be told, the seagulls no longer have a true home. Their former home, the Isle of Mooch, located 300 nautical miles southeast of Australia and devoid of human inhabitants for over two hundred years, was appropriated generations ago by a large flock of squatter pigeons, which had been carried there by a strong storm the day the last human left Mooch.
That human's name happened to be Brad. Brad was left on Mooch years before when the rest of his clan grew tired of the seagulls stealing the clans food during vacations on the shore. The clan left Brad on Mooch because he had taught the seagulls to scream "Braaaaad!" when swooping down to snatch children's ice cream cones.
Brad left Mooch in a tiny row boat in search of his friends, the seagulls. He hoped, if he got lost, the seagulls would come and guide him home. Sadly, the seagulls never really liked Brad, so let him starve to death, stealing every fish Brad caught while afloat on the sea. They then ate what was left of Brad's shriveled remains, thus dooming all seagulls to an eternity without a home. This, due to Brad's genetic, and highly contagious, predisposition to not being able to find his way out of bed, let alone from one island to another across the vast oceans.
So, while it seems the seagulls are a nasty scavenging sort with an odd devotion to guiding lost sailors to their true home: the truth is, after eating Brad two hundred years ago, the seagull's lot is tied hopelessly in a love hate relationship with the human race.
The squatter pigeons are cool with it, though.)