escaping Wheeler

“Looks like another ship is landing at Castle Town, Cpt. of mine. A trawler, just like ours.”

Cpt. Crazy (8?) looked over as well, beyond Grandpa Cliffs to the opposite shore and the town resting upon its likewise steep slopes like a demented sunset. His eyes were sharper than his 1st mate, his only mate. “Jenny,” he could just make out on the bow. “Must have repaired it over in Wallytown.”

“Good,” replies Speck. “Now, ahem… what were my lines?”

Cpt. Crazy picks up the script from between them, indicating his true seat as well.

“Says here you’re suppose to be enraged over the name. I-I don’t remember that in rehearsal.”

“Jenny,” Speck gets in the mood. “Jen-ney.” He remembers. It was the name of his old girfrield. The one stolen by… “GUMMMMMP!” Echoes all around.

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