With a newly fitted PBW, the Capatin back on deck, after extended shore leave to attack the dreaded headaches, the good ship PBW is ready to set sail.
Off she goes.
With a splutter or 3, the Captain, back in fine form, yells to the crew, "Ahoy ye scalleys and wenches, get off ya tuchus's (backsides) and start that rowin. break out the oars, we got some serious plunderin' to be doin".
Row, row, row me boat
hurridly through the seas,
it's plunderin to be had
and chocolate to be... (to be continued by the lorryette)
"Which direction we be headin" says a shy crew member, not wantin to be noticed.
"AAAAAARRRRRRR" gargles the Capitain who has just downed a flagon of rum, "Thataway" the captain order, pointing to the wide open seas. We be headin fer Jaimaca where the livin' be easy, the plunderin a plenty and lots a rum.
This be an easy trek guided by the stars (had to get star trek in somehow) but alas (and there is always an alas) "what be that smoke comin' from the galley" the Captain ponders.
Is the good ship PBW on fire? oops, no smoke alarm. Are the crew up to a long journey after too much chocolate and rum? or is there another mystery on board that the chronologer hasn't thought of yet?
Stay tuned when the rust comes off the chronologers brain.
Laz
