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Righto Sir William. It's very nice to stretch the legs on shore again. Spend too long at sea and the equilibrium gets discombobulated somewhat. Anyway, shall we hail that 1956 Checker Marathon over there? Or would you prefer that 1957 Chevvy Bel Air ragtop? (I think that's what our ex Colonial buddies call a convertible.) Do we go and stock up with some Coronas, or shall we sample a few noggins of the local distilled sugar cane by product?
Oh, I say! Let's follow her across the street, she may be going to that nice looking hostelry up the road. I do like the way her transom moves as she walks. Reminds me of the deckie learner trying to scull our dinghy in a stiff breeze.
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