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Gavan O
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Monday, 30th April 2007 @ 08:20:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Sven spoke. You know what youll be doing here on out, Mick? Youll be serving under Cookie, ships cook. Youll be fetching and scraping for him. Youll be sloping over the side, and itll be good if you remember not to throw the slops into the wind. Youll get back a face full if you do. The little Irishman gave that a thought and cared not at all. Ive done worse and will probably do worse again. Makes no difference to me. He threw aside the rest of the foul-weather gear hed been removing and laid his head down on the wooden deck to go to sleep not caring to talk anymore. The two seamen looked at him shaking their head together in wonder. The little blighter sure had what it takes.
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