WILL, upon the weekend of September 11th and 12th, travel Northward to the Painted Stone Station founded by mr. S. Boone and mr. E. Hinton to demonstrate the Art & Mystery of my profession for the people assembled there.
After doing some investigating, I discover'd an advertisement promoting said event that includes a rather unflattering likeness of myself. I have been depicted with my mouth open in the same manner that a great trout might be expected to be seen.
RECALL once while in a foreign port, we were both quite in our cups. Cuddy and I sang the night away playing cards and gambling in a nearby tavern. I won four if HIS pounds that night...
Cuddy became so intoxicated that I had to carry him on my back to return us both to the ship. On the way, I lost my footing and staggered and we tumbled into the gutter. We both had bits of filth in our hair and on our faces, and I completely ruined the sleeve on my nice blue jacket.
The splash in the face was just what Cuddy needed, and he woke up laughing. I implored him to rise, and together, we made our way back to the ship.
I can still recall the song we sang while we shuffled, filthy through the streets.
We eventually made it back to the ship stinking of alcohol and the gutter. The Captain stopped us, claiming he could smell us from shore. Says he, "You gentlemen may not board until you've had a bath to wash off the stink."
Cuddy, who was always very obliging, immediately stripped naked and dove into the water there by the ship. What could I do but join him? And do you know, Captain Hood even had the bosun throw down a bit of soap to aid in the process.
WILL, upon the weekend of September 11th and 12th, travel Northward to the Painted Stone Station founded by mr. S. Boone and mr. E. Hinton to demonstrate the Art & Mystery of my profession for the people assembled there.
