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Captain Whitebeard
Posted by Laura, Nov 4, 2007. 595 views. ID = 276
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Captain's log, May 14, 1886
I must say, the crew I am saddled with on this particular voyage has been most argumentative. Perhaps the first mate did drop one of his navigational tools over the side of the boat, but these things do happen. And I can't help the fog, can I? Am I Poseidon, in charge of all ocean weather? These landlubbers volunteered for this voyage and signed up of their own accord - they can do nothing now but take what they have requested. And as I have always told my trusty first mate: no one would ever learn navigation without getting a little lost now and then. Only, we are not lost, of course. We are simply slightly OFF course. As soon as the stars are visible, believe me, we'll be on the fastest ocean current straight to Singapore. These pesky bilge rats could never tell me that I don't know where THAT is! Alrighty, signing off, this is Captain Whitebeard heading to his bunk.
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Comments
Josiah T.
Nov 4, 2007 | Nice! Will we hear more from Captain Whiteboard? That could make an interesting serial piece...
~Posted by Josiah T., Nov 4, 2007 | 
Mathax
Nov 6, 2007 | "Nice! Will we hear more from Captain Whiteboard? That could make an interesting serial piece..."
That's Whitebeard, Josiah.
~Posted by Mathax, Nov 6, 2007 |
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