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[aid] => mick
[title] => the last voyage
[time] => 2002-09-25 09:30:00
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[bodytext] => The Last Voyage
The ship slowed shuddered and stopped, run aground on a sandbank, the pilot looked confused “ It wasn’t there yesterday,” he muttered to our silent captain, who kept his mouth shut in fear of saying something regrettable. The old man rang Mobile, that’s in Alabama and quickly tugs were on their way; he was annoyed with the pilot it was his last voyage before hanging up his sextant after forty years of seafaring. The old man paced the starboard side of the bridge the pilot occupied the portside, they were not on speaking term, but courteous as always he sent me to serve the pilot coffee who, since he had no one else to talk to, told me that that damned sandbank wasn’t there yesterday. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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