the sea and hank bartlet

hank bartlet woke with a start. he was almost thrown out of his bunk by the ships tossing. "my lord what time is it," he mumbled in his gruff irish accent. it was nearly 4 am and time for his watch. he poured himself a cup of cold turkish coffee from the rusted pitcher and held on to the walls of the ship as he lumbered down the gangway to the starboard aft. "secure the riggings on them damned staffs mr. richards!" he growled. mr. richards was a lanky seaman whos ribs showed through his salt sprayed rain slick, "aye cap'n securing the riggings!" hank bartlet looked out over the black wind swept sea as the sun cracked through the clouds like a plumbers ass through a pair of chinos. it was going to be one hell of a ground hog's day.

3 comments:

Akh said...

hmm.. i must be thick skulled on this one...

rusty said...

What next ? Sea pirates ...?

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