Friday, April 3, 2020

Captain’s Log, Day Fifteen

In an effort to stem the discord of yesterday/week/month/2020, your captains instituted a multi-bipedal physical fitness requirement for the natives. The results were mostly impressive—less animosity, though still considerable sass (possibly a personality attribute).
For supper, Capt A rowed to the Galley of AdamantineBorough. ‘Twas delicious and the natives, who had scampered from the victual area prior to being dismissed, were denied morsels of peanut butter pie. Infinitesimal victories (plus sweets) provide blissfulness.
Enjoy your weekend! We shall be here, moored at the top of the Nelson Triangle via the Port Republic Channel in the Sea of Harrisonburg.

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