Ten years ago, Capt A and Capt C embarked on a partnership on the high seas!
The natives volunteered to celebrate, for they erroneously assumed there would be sugarcane, but first we had to navigate a whole day.
Tossing eggs overboard amused the natives.
Playing “The Fishing Game,” though, resulted in the natives biting one another. Attempts to capture for posterity a dramatic puppet show met with failure. Catastrophic, tear-filled failure.
On my watch, communicating with other ships has the same allure as walking the plank. The ocean seems so peaceful, and other ships make me feel helpful and necessary.
Back fully on my ship, post-dinner, we played cheery games and then Capt C was tasked with clipping toenails. It’s a glamorous task, and Capt C womanfully resisted the urge to hack off the limb from the protesting native.
With the natives in their hammocks, Capt C and Capt A will shortly quaff wine, feast on salmon, and smile at each other over the candlelight.
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