Right. Should I really record these goings on? Let's do it cryptically!
A viking-named raven who is my submarine crew XO's (I'm the captain, you see..) old buddy from when they were just pollywogs came to visit. En route, he met a drunken strumpet who strumps about for a living. Said strumpet struck a large uninviting pipe (perhaps the city of Miami's) when trying to dig herself deeper into the insane-ass trench she's fighting in and fired off a flare. As any good sailor would do, my XO invited this strumpet who has no real name (so I called her "miss") to stay on one of our two sofas. More mild insanity ensued, and now said strumpet is gone. My XO, who seems to have all of the bishop's, referred to by the townsfolk as Monsieur Bienvenue in Les Miserables, sentimental views on security and trust. I overrode his order to keep the hatches unbattened, and told the viking-named raven to batten down the fucking hatches. My logic and the authority vested in me as "Captain Supreme Confidence" seems to have prevailed. I was concerned about a mutiny. Still, what do I do with these high heels and these underwear?
Please advise.
CDR CSC Joshua 'Zen-Sheng' Wu
Captain HMS Unrenown
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