@Net Spinster took a sip of the beer. "@Kendel has done her best, eat up then let us leave this accursed ship. Unless you know away of ridding us of the curse"
Ooooooh. An IPA. With hints of chili, apple and soot. Cheers @Kendel! This is definitely a voyage in Tenet waters, time is flowing in at least two directions. It's supper time and the sun is in the east. It's not just that the ship is on the international dateline. Should be interesting when it comes to battle. Guns and crew with opposite entropy. And sails by the looks of it. No wonder we're becalmed in ever decreasing circles. Or am I reading too much in to the fact that @Kendel served breakfast and then served supper and I've been in a fugue and God knows what'll happen to me when I get the poop as the drums are... silent. Well Hear of Oaks is. But below decks is thrumming and drumming. What is he up to with that reactor?
Feel like a seal battered by orcas. Back to the jakes I think. Are them womenfolk building a raft? No need to abandon ship surely? Then I'll get me some of them peas and collards. Where's that sneaky bugger @Hugal?
Someone played a couple of fine airs on the fiddle, which offset the miasma of the jakes. The feisty I Hear The Hudson Calling and the affirming The Mary Ellen Carter.
"Zum Wohl, @Martin54. This black ale should help settle your innards and clear your head."
Kendel shook her head and returned to humming a dark, brooding song about murder, a demonic angel and the Wapsipinicon.
Feeling a bit murderous herself regarding criticism of the food...."This ain't Little House O' So Dreary! But good left-overs are worthy of supper or breakfast, 'specially, when the crew is down."
Maybe after @Martin54 was more stable, he, @Net Spinster and @Kendel could parley regarding the future of this aimless, timeless voyage. If nothing came of it, she still had a plan of her own.
Woah! That was some splash! Right up the jacksie! Uh? Where'd the daylight go? Ohhh, another bloody fugue. How long have I been on the jakes? It's dark.
The dead calm was eerie as it grew darker. The ship no longer moved, not even in circles. Stars were barely visible through the haze. @Net Spinster and @Kendel dipped below deck as the sun had. It'd be good to get some rest.
Slowly a deep moan emerged from the privy. Accompanied by the tumult of an unparalleled purgatorial evacuation.
@Sandemaniac listened awkwardly to the Krakatoan borborygmi emanating from the khazi (tangent, shouldn't it be the heads as we are on board ship?). Becalmed in the doldrums, no wind in their sails, there must be something they could do before anyone started doing silly stuff like taking pot shots at albatross?
Wind, wind. He had a feeling in his bowels that he was practically sitting on a solution, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Damn it, he thought, I must go and have word with the cook about that bowl of mixed metaphors she'd served him. Maybe she could work it out for him?
Ohhhhhhhhhh, that's better. A really mystical bowel movement. Hope nobody noticed, and just thought it was the foghorn. Who's that with the coughing fit in the still, dead calm? Surprised my last trump didn't put wind up the sails. Too calm. Before the proverbial. Hmmm. Can't see the moon but the noctilucent haze a quarter of a million feet up is dimming the stars whereas down here it's the empire of the light. Nothing like a good shit for brightening the eyes. That's two today. But he had been interrupted by the beat to quarters. And that black hearted ale had gone right through him. Four sheets to the wind? Nah, needs a generous wad to absorb that freckle cooling spuh-doosh. AHHHHHHH!!! No bog roll. There is no God.
Hmmm. @Sandemaniac's got the wind up, skedaddling off the the galley. Foooood!!!! And that sneaky sod @Hugal, wonder what he's cooking up. I wouldn't be surprised if he had something to do with the ship going round in circles as a spell cast. Stopped now. Uh oh.
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Peas and collards.
There'd be a following wind tonight....
Feel like a seal battered by orcas. Back to the jakes I think. Are them womenfolk building a raft? No need to abandon ship surely? Then I'll get me some of them peas and collards. Where's that sneaky bugger @Hugal?
Kendel shook her head and returned to humming a dark, brooding song about murder, a demonic angel and the Wapsipinicon.
Feeling a bit murderous herself regarding criticism of the food...."This ain't Little House O' So Dreary! But good left-overs are worthy of supper or breakfast, 'specially, when the crew is down."
Maybe after @Martin54 was more stable, he, @Net Spinster and @Kendel could parley regarding the future of this aimless, timeless voyage. If nothing came of it, she still had a plan of her own.
Slowly a deep moan emerged from the privy. Accompanied by the tumult of an unparalleled purgatorial evacuation.
Wind, wind. He had a feeling in his bowels that he was practically sitting on a solution, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Damn it, he thought, I must go and have word with the cook about that bowl of mixed metaphors she'd served him. Maybe she could work it out for him?
Hmmm. @Sandemaniac's got the wind up, skedaddling off the the galley. Foooood!!!! And that sneaky sod @Hugal, wonder what he's cooking up. I wouldn't be surprised if he had something to do with the ship going round in circles as a spell cast. Stopped now. Uh oh.
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