Sounds good to me!

McC

Must check if I have a pair of clean Bermuda Shorts.
Any Ladies travelling this trip???

Make sure the legs are long enough to hid it this time. scared ladies away last time you wore shorts. some of the ladies are not happy to see the wedding tackle of that size.

Never phased an Aussie Nurse. But genetically they have very small hands.

Yep, Nassau will do nicely. We must organise an evening's entertainment at the casinos on Paradise Island.

Good to have another pair of experienced hands joining us. See you in the bar later Engine Serang. (Sir William and I are OK with Screaming Jimmies and Gardners and such, but TMac's advanced mechanical wonders need some special care and attention!)

BEWARE I believe that Red-17 is an Australian nurse. I have, however, found that dainty hands can achieve mighty things. :egg:

Affirmative, Dartskipper -- Make arrangements for morning departure bound for the Bahamas.


Voyage preparatory planning party in the PAX lounge. My shout. :pint:

On my way now!

Although Red may have dainty hands she also has a tranquilising gun so be afraid. Be very afraid!

McC

Eh?..Pyjamas? ....Oh Bahamas. you can count me in on that Tom.

PAX lounge you say?...very good right close to my suite.

Is the deck carpeted?

Must be one somewhere. I overheard Tom saying " If we dont behave we will be on the Carpet"

I'm like Billy Connolly, I've slept on so many carpets I can tell Axminister from Wilton by taste.

Anyway we must have an RPC to bond together again but no vermin from the engine room bilges. Standards will be upheld as long as I am the Do Sahib.

You'll be lucky, I used the last decent pair of your Bermuda shorts to clean the lubrication quills with. :smoking:

Ah hem just a small point to note..... the rodents in the bilges outrank you in particular as you have been AWOL for months :quill: just sayin' like as I is da boss doon da pit.:yawn:

Muchos Salaams Tmac, I knows my place in the pecking order doon the pit. Chief, Beatrice Potter and then me. But if they run up the inside leg of ma biler suit then its fricasse for tea. Control them, we don't need another BOT Inquiry like the one with that chit of an Aussie nurse. Do we?
Can we talk it over with a wee nightcap after night rounds?

McC assures me that his gang of cutthroats, sorry, cutouts, will have everything singled up before sun up. Main engines will be warmed through ready for our customary stealthy high speed departure before the shore gang have turned to.

On my way up to the PAX.

Make mine a big one.

Oh, it all ready is.

so I have heard....LOL

Cutthroats? CUTTRHOATS???

I will have you know DS that my team is a highly trained, highly skilled multi-disciplined task force who are there to assist the GD and help ensure the smooth running of the vessel.

Gangway security, sail handling, fore and aft mooring parties, fishing crew - the list goes on and on!

Why only recently my team managed to successfully ensure that a New York Taxi that somehow ended up in the dock ahead of us will never be traced to our organisation and managed to stop a crowd of angry Septics demanding the return of a stainless steel pole!

As a bunch of cut-outs I really believe you could not find a better crowd!

I am sure that at some future port of call, YOU may be dependent on my team to extricate you from some dubious situation. Now I do not mind - that, along general security, is part of the Master at Arms' role and my team are there to support you all.

Large Scapa please Steward!

McC

Certainly mon brave, us brothers of the spanner need to stick together especially around those deckie type cut throats :big_tongue:

I shall wear my Chief Injuneers nightcap in honour of the occasion. it's the one with the blue stripe round the edge and the big woolly knob on the top. :king:

Yes MrT, it's not much fun beavering away, pardon the pun, down here just to keep the air-con blowing in the PAX.

They are a grand bunch of people, if the occasion demanded I am sure that problems and possibly people would disappear.

How crude to call them Cut-throats when Gentlemen of the Night is available as a description.

I note that they all wear jersey's with a double 00 inscription.

As in "Thunderballs"? :wave:

Engine Serang -- Just in case you would like a breath of fresh air, the anchor windlass has a slight drip from the gasket around the gear case. When it's fixed we can get Mr. McCloggie to have the cutouts chip, scrape and paint it with particular attention to polishing the manufacturer's brass name plate. :yawn:

The anchor windlass, or capstan as we call it, has a big drip behind it. Billyboy.
Get a cutout to nip the gland up. I've got better and bigger things to polish.

Roger that Serang. Cut out number 6. Up forrard and fix the leak on the windlass. the i want it painted.

"gentlemen of the night" indeed, I always suspected there was "something" of the night about yon crowd...:rolleyes:

Actually if you had bothered to consult the injuneering department we would have advised you that "drip" is where Squeek has located his head (as in toilet for you non maritime types) and the "drip" is anything but however is a different sort of leak altogether :quill:

Engine Serang... now do you appreciate the sort of heathens we have to cope with? Bring your mug the Black Bush fountain is due for re-commissioning. :big_tongue:

The foc'sle in danger of becoming a hazmat area, snap-back is the least of the rope draggers problems. Anyway I'm on my way to the fountain of youth with my trusty billycan. Hic.

See how efficient our injun department is readers.

Steward! a bottle of the vintage black bush to the engine room please.
Deck technicians may repair to the crew bar for nightcaps on me.

Well, well, well!! a rodent that passes 90 weight gear oil as "P". We should be able to find a lucrative market for that kind of renewable resource. :bounce:

8 watches to the gallon too!

So is this an engineering problem or do the cut outs still have to perform Captain of the Heads duties?

McCyhy

You have to factor in what has to be inputted to get the output. Packaging, Clarification, Analysis and Marketing will take large slice of the sale price, and we would need a herd of about 100, the housing, the care, the collection and Vet's fees, we would be making a loss.

I have held my peace on this one, but I am wondering what kind of certificate this Mr./Mrs./Ms. Serang has? On the fo'c'stle of the GD we have a WINDLASS, identified by its horizontal arrangment of warping drums (2), and chain gypsies (also 2)

A CAPSTAN however is on a verticle arrangment of one warping drum, and only sometimes a single gypsy.

While we are at it, perhaps you would be so kind as to make sure the band brake is fully funtional, not like in:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkUt6bFhbCw

I watched that right to the bitter end!...LOL

Tom I think you may have been hit on the head with a capstan bar, in a bar.
In South Australia I was born (To me) heave away, haul away. In South Australia round Cape Horn We're bound for South Australia.

If you admonish me or the Memsahib in public you may be hit once again with your favorite capstan bar. Horizontal indeed.

threaten him with "Capstan Full Strength" That will make him cough and splutter heh heh

It was their skill at dealing with situations ashore involving the crew and staff of the GDII that caused me to inadvertently "misname" them Mr Mc C. (Just like a Presidential Candidate who claimed that she had "misspoken" once upon a time.)

Anyway, I try very hard to avoid dubious situations in foreign places of character, exciting though they may be. Drinking in bars with locals wearing eyepatches and hooped shirts, with knives hanging off their belts is a bit like being in an old film about smugglers and pirates. Like those clichés, I avoid them like the plague. :wink:

Windlass, windlass, windlass? Ah yes, didn't he play centre forward for Hull City FC?
He used to wind up the opposition by scoring lots of goals.

Capstan, produced in Bristol, usually deployed in a horizontal manner and then set fire to.

Single Gypsy. I knew one once. Very pretty girl, she was.:big_tongue:

Even the wee rats know a winch on the Forecastle is a capstan and on the arse-end it is a windlass. Now there's a good fellow, no bellyaching.

But do they know about weighing the anchor?