WC to wash off the
vinegar from my face and…
I needed to find the
“little buccaneer’s room”. Afterwards, I
found the map and secreted
digestive fluids onto it, thus
grossing out the crew and
revealing hidden, previously unseen images.
It really was a map.
Stolen from ministers plenipotentiary, the…
fragile, vomit soaked lambskin document
was apparently no more than
a map to the loo.
I have to start again
,complained Bob, the bosun’s mate.
the barrel is almost empty
and my craving for pickles