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Tom, count me in.
After all the grumbling on-board I'm all for a night ashore drinking Southern Comfort and Mint Juleps, listening to good music and chatting with a shipmate.
Lets give the buggers the slip, we will pretend to go ashore to read the draft and make a run for it, Farmer and Varley will never catch us up and Red 17 will still be in the shower.
We have all the time in the world ....................
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