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March 29, 2007

David: Cabin Fever

“It’s months since we’ve made port, Cap’n,” the first mate reminded him. “Between the fleets of the British, Spanish, and Dutch all hunting us, and your black spot keeping us out of the free ports, the men haven’t felt sand under their feet in too long.”

“Yar. How be our supplies?”

“We’re surviving on fish. The grain’s gone. The fruit’s gone or rotten. The rum’s run dry. I smell mutiny, Cap’n. The men are thinking of eating your monkey.”

“Yar. Announce an extra rum ration for everyone.”

“But there’s no rum.”

“Yar. The extra ration’ll take their minds off that.”

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Comments

I just wanted to take this opportunity to congratulate myself for writing the line, "The men are thinking of eating your monkey."

That is all.

Posted by: David at March 29, 2007 11:55 PM · Permalink

Hehe! And well you should!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at March 30, 2007 12:20 AM · Permalink