We be sailing past the first land, us salty shellbacks have clapped our weary eyes upon for many a month.
Pinipel and Barahun off the port side, with New Britain, that tropical beauty most rare, off the starboard bow!
I did indeed espy a lone salty coconut floating past this fine ship this very morn, perchance a wee umbrella and yella straw protruding from its hairy side.
A pina colada I did crave.
Townsville, that most salubrious and welcoming of ports, does await us within the week...
We be hoping they be keeping their beer cold and their menfolk hot, in anticipation of this great vessel's imminent arrival. Onwards, to Townsville!
You've finally lost it!
ReplyDeleteLoved the earlier post about pollywogs and such. Very interesting.
Not doing the jewellery making as a real career thing - just for a bit of fun.
come home already!
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