[Varley]

Got it at last. Delivered by carrier albatross.

Erm… Well... my morse can't be that bad. It reads in a sort of post-amputee crab copperplate:

I um redy two cum backe agin fight is @ 36:98 whores IRA aboord si 28:19 hrs pls hve funl sweet reddi per arival on bord.

Must be code (Could have saved some money by putting it in five character groups). Tmac's good at codes, we'll leave it until he gets back.

How the albatross figured out the address I don't know but it looks quite exhausted as if it has tried every monkey island between here and Portishead. It doesn't really look terribly tickety boo, in fact it looks very untickety indeed and hardly boo in the slightest.

I think I'll leave it resting in Tmac's cabin (he's ashore at the moment and no sign yet of any joining instructions) and call the Chief Steward to see about dosing it with something.

I hope that mad Irishman will lay off the potato sauce and gies us all some peace. He's been almost incoherent since he had to put on his nice new boiler suit and go below - burbling about Diwali and sweet Jesus, needs to get his deities in order.