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Teller of Tales
Now that's a story I do want to hear. Was it swampland in Arkansas? Fake real estate courses?Theodore H. Tree? The billionaire?
Now that's a story I do want to hear. Was it swampland in Arkansas? Fake real estate courses?Theodore H. Tree? The billionaire?
Which suddently and unexpectly turn? (I learned this adjectives from the study of death notices.)2.
“What ho, Bertie!” Jollyrei seemed contented enough with a life on the ocean wave. For my part, I couldn’t wait to get off this rustbucket and get dry land under my feet again, but I greeted him cordially enough. “Hello, Jolly. I do wish this blasted ship would stop rolling about!”
He looked at me sympathetically. “I say, yes, you are looking a bit green about the gills. Have you not found your sea legs yet, Bertie?”
“I think I lost them overboard. And Jeeves isn’t being much help.”
“I see. Still narked about heading for the Big Apple rather than la sud de la France, is he?”
“Frosty, Jolly. That’s the word. Frosty.”
The waiter appeared and I ordered a brandy and soda, in the interests of science, to determine whether or not it had a positive effect on the mal de mer, while Jollyrei, with his iron constitution, appeared to feel equal to a gin and tonic.
For a few moments we sat in silence, Jollyrei being all too acutely aware of the disadvantageous effects of a frosty manservant. The SS Cruxton Abbey bore on through the chilly North Atlantic, Uncle Sam ahead and Blighty astern.
I broke the silence. “Still, not to worry. Another few nautical miles between ourselves and our irate relatives. All to the good, what?”
“Absolutely, old boy. How exceptionally bracing it is to know that they are safely in Blighty while we can look forward to the dear old Big Apple!”
“The one thing I really didn’t need was a deep and meaningful discussion with my Aunt Eulalia. I’m dashed if I can see what the fuss is about, anyway. She loves to make free use of her riding crop on errant nephews. She’d rather enjoy a soiree at Mademoiselle Messalines, I think. Anyway, let her do what she will, there’s nothing like having an ocean between one and a disapproving Aunt. Did I tell you about the time when…”
I tailed off, as it dawned on me that Jollyrei wasn’t listening. Instead, he was goggling, eyes wide open, mouth opening and closing like a stranded fish.
“I say, Jolly, what’s up, old man? Has your G&T gone down the wrong way?”
“BERTIE!!!!!” A familiar voice behind struck me amidships. I whirled around to see what had rattled Jollyrei.
Bearing down upon us, like battleships under full steam, were my Aunt Eulalia and the Honorable Lady Deborah, Dowager Countess of High Groaning. And, like battleships, they were fully armed, both carrying formidable looking horsewhips!
Jollyrei and I didn’t even stop to discuss strategies for dealing with this appalling development. We were up and out of the door like startled foxes, with the hunt in hot pursuit.
Which suddently and unexpectly turn? (I learned this adjectives from the study of death notices.)
Is that a popular German pastime, Madi, reading death notices?I learned this adjectives from the study of death notices.
I always read the ones in our local rag. If I don't see my name, I know I'm still aliveIs that a popular German pastime, Madi, reading death notices?
Bit early for obituaries yet, Madi!Which suddently and unexpectly turn? (I learned this adjectives from the study of death notices.)
Bit early for obituaries yet, Madi!
Barb's at the helm, of course she is. What could possibly go wrong!?
Seems a perfectly reasonable fascination. They are, in a lot of ways, more interesting than the lads at the Drones, after hours.“What are the Welsh girls like?” asked Jollyrei. I never could understand his fascination with the fairer sex,
You don't suppose we were distracting old Ted there? No. Anyway, good to get that iceberg spotting done. Always wanted to see one. Do you think we might be sailing a bit close? Still, what could a bit of ice do to a modern liner, eh?“What do icebergs look like, Ted?”
“Sort of big, white, floaty things.”
“Anything like that?” Jollyrei pointed at something behind Ted, who whirled around.
“CHRIST!!!” he yelled, and grabbed a voice pipe. “BRIDGE!!!!”
You don't suppose we were distracting old Ted there? No. Anyway, good to get that iceberg spotting done. Always wanted to see one. Do you think we might be sailing a bit close? Still, what could a bit of ice do to a modern liner, eh?
Quick! This man needs tea!I say, the mention of dipping in pools and snatches is rather giving a case of the vapors!
I always read the ones in our local rag. If I don't see my name, I know I'm still alive
Is the SS Cruxton Abbey not unsinkable, then?
Anyway, this problem could be solved soon!
Little to starboard and we can all snatch some ice for our cocktails this evening
Stay there!At the helm? Now he tells me. I’m below decks about to take a dip in the pool!
OMG - now I'm the Captain!
I suspect this may become a rather heavy responsibility...
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Caution Capitain! Think on Tree's Mustang. Give her not the steering wheel!!!!OMG - now I'm the Captain!
I suspect this may become a rather heavy responsibility...
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