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EDITORIAL
Editor's Note:
Some of the more perceptive of you may, at this point, be wondering about what Marcos, a captive powdermonkey, was doing in town drinking with the captain and the first mate. Well, it's an interesting story.
It just so happens that, while out about the sea, the deckmaster, Jamie Muir, was dissatisfied with the speed that Marcos was hauling of on a line, so in order to motivate the captive yelled, "Oi, Pick up the pace of that there, Marcos, or we'll be keel-haulin' ye till ye can't breathe no more!"
Marcos, who had become rather comfortable with his position with the crew, as well as rather good at being keel-hauled, replied, "Aw, keel-haul me all ye want, you'll get tired before I do."
Well, about this time, the captain and the first mate, happened to be walking by. Quintin turned to Lot and laughed, "He'd never make it being put past ten!"
Lot smirked. "Hmm, a little wager?", he asked. Then, he turned to Marcos.
"Marcos de la Cruz," he said, "Quintin here don't think you can make it ten times! Tell ye what, you make it under the hull a full ten times, Quintin and I will take you out for shore leave on our next stop in Antwerp."
"Prepare the ship for cleaning!!" cried Jaime. The crew cheered and started getting the ship ready.
"And don't you boys go easy on him!" said Lot, "If he makes it, the rest of you are staying on the boat the first night in!" This sent up another cry from the crew as they strapped Marcos into a custom-made "brush-harness". Lot and Quintin sat back to watch.
Well, bold Marcos was better than his word, and upon be hauled up over the stern rail for the tenth time, with the crew laboring for breath, he cried, "One more for Good Measure!!" The crew groaned as they hauled him under for number eleven.
Thus, on 21st day of June, did Marcos find himself enjoying company with the captian and first mate of the White Star, drinking brew and swapping lies, in a tavern in Antwerp.
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