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I'm still enjoying reading some of the earlier posts. It should really be edited into a book and published. I only read between deck swabbing sessions though and they are becoming quite dangerous. I poked a passing cut-out in the groin with the mop handle and all his mates came after me, including the plasticos. My foot got caught in the bucket as I ran away so they heard me wherever I was. I got herded into the forward lounge and had to buy them all drinks to save my skin. I might stick to polishing the propellors and stay out of the way.
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