The Continuous Briny Fable

[Bruder Cuzzen]

...toilet seats arr a bit cold though ...as long as nobody wets on themselves they'll be fine....

[Aphos]

...as a nice summer day."

Which was really the problem, for it was all too warm for this time of year.  You see, there weren't that many pirates in these parts, most of them having moved to Palm Beach where condos were renting for very reasonable rates.

So the iceberg was melting rather fast, and it had left a huge spire in the middle that looked just like...

[Bruder Cuzzen]

...what came out of Black Bart's mouth could not be repeated .

The vapourous emission ...a curse...inflamed the ether ....

               .... next Chapter....

...Salentheses could row more...thee back of his head struck wood soaking  his queue . The reek of offal assailed his nostrils and now soaked into his rags ( his last set of rags ) , though the filth of his wee bilge outraged his cuts and boils he was still giddy as a wee gurl.

He arched himself up with thee top of his head to see his goal on the bottom of thee horizon .The picture gave him rise to smile once he could control his breathing .

Sal was a piteous sight indeed ...I'm gonna cry soon ...(he's so up the creek)!

He pushed himself back upon his perch , restied his head within his blistering hands , he covered his eyes because he never knew who might be looking ...He sobbed out nary a tear .

He felt like Henry Thomas , thee poor sod that was cast away all those years ago....alone on his island...

"at least he had an island ! All I had was a cold rock!"

......Sal could not afford  tears , for he noticed his home , his old ice hut was a green stain on a blue ocean .

" Just me chamber pot now...thats all...then its ..." , he sighed heavily .

The sun seared into his back.

" I hope I get some half decent breaks in this story " , thought Sal , " What could be more apropos than if ...

[Aphos]

...Angelina Jolie, playing Lara Croft, were to parachute down onto me iceberg and show me her big, beautiful...

[Griffin NoName]

........lace handerkerchieves for then I could wipe the tears from my eyes in style. But alas, it seemed unlikely and meanwhile a nasty problem arose with his.........

[Aphos]

...pet hamster, whose parka refused to zip up all the way.  You see, while daydreamin' o' parachutin' movie stars, Sal had drooled onto the hamster's jacket and the zipper had frozen solid.

Now this hamster, whose name by the way was Phil, was very upset about being drooled on and decided to bite Sal's...

[Bruder Cuzzen]

...hunger was sated... for the moment...he was so famished he ate his fill real qwik .....many...dots... of.. time.. go.. by...

Back to rowing...Sal rowed and rowed his boat...

   

[Aphos]

...gently down the stream, while Phil stood on the bow tugging at his zipper hoping the ice would thaw.

Sal, whose arms were starting to look like Popeye's from all the rowing, was hoping they would reach land soon.  He was getting awfully lonely and wanted a bit o' conversation.  While Phil was a perfectly fine hamster, his talk was a bit borin' since he went on an' on about...

[Bruder Cuzzen]

...the  miraculous regurgitation of his humble self after being cooked and consumed by a voracious Sal ." Phil will assuredly be battered and dipped next time if he doesn't shut up " , thought Sal .

Sal heaved a sigh with grief and exhaustion , what happened to the burg ?... New Iceburg  will be its name  . Sal got out of the boat tossed Phil overboard ," That rat will be happier here " , he turned the boat around and rowed back to the iceberg .

" I suppose I could stay here , never noticed all this land before , must be my imagining ..."

Sal set back to the awful drudgery of rowing to the New Iceburg , his innards churned out loud complaints , he felt his back needed more seasoning , his hands ruined by all the...

[Black Bart]

...scrubbing he'd had to do as a cabin boy.  He remembered one day, when he'd been bending over to polish the brass, the First mate accidently stuck a  Turbot up his...

[beagle]

...euphonium. It's the devil's own job keeping this orchestra clean he had thought, wondering why the ship needed a symphony orchestra at all, and cursing the first mate, who had misread the chief engineer's book on turbo-charging.
If only I had a ...

[Griffin NoName]

...whiff of that Turbot to cheer me up, he thought. No sooner had his mind moved on to the production of Swan Lake that the orchestra were rehearsing, than a whopping great Turbot flew past, narrowly missing  his ...........

[beagle]

... autographed poster of the members of the House of Commons Science & Technology Select Committee. 
Most cabin boys had posters of the Spice Girls, or occasionally WestLife, but once, when he had been on London shore leave he had accidentally wandered into a festering den of iniquity, perched precariously on the bank of the Thames, seemingly supported only by a combination of "aspirations" and hot air.  Hearing the sound of muffled screams from behind a door marked "Chief Whip"  ....

[Griffin NoName]

.........he was terrified and grabbed a black rod that someone had left in the corridor. Just as he was about to..............

[beagle]

... force his way into the room he heard the yeoman of the guard, closely followed by the division bell.  "Interesting", he thought, "It's not often you hear Gilbert and Sullivan and Pink Floyd together, and certainly not emanating from the lower chamber, as this appears to be".  Which should he investigate first? had the entire place gone mad(der)?  Was his member in danger? ...