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'Twas a beautiful day to mess about with boats.
Ahoy, ye life-matey! Are ye marooned upon the mast? Take heed lest ye fall and dance the hempen jig with none to pine for thee!
Oh. Except me. I'd pine.
Hoist the main!
But wait.
Who's that lurking behind the canvas?
Oh sky! ♪ Sing to me a blue song of sunshine and tell the lake and yours so true where hide scallywag fish and seagull ne'er-do-wells! ♪
Or.
Something.
The sails went up and I, with the lull and lilt of water nudges and the sporatic *tingting* of rigging and mast, fought heavy eyes in vain and fell asleep in a moment. What I thought was ten minutes was sixty minutes of pure, dozey, sailboat heaven. Bliss!
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All that sailor-talk reminded me of my old standby.."Avast,ye swabs and walk the plank!" [or is it "swab the poop-deck" ] a job you definitely wouldn't want on Noah's Ark!!
Definitely an undesirable job! The saying I'd always heard was "go take a long walk on a short plank" for those moments of utmost frustration with another. But it's "funner" to say poop-deck. :)
Oh, now I want to go get my sword and scabbard and start looking for treasure!
At least I'll be doing it with a smile on my face.
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