They were never the smartest crew around, that’s for sure.
The reports were awful: gale warning, the possibility of a major typhoon.
As harbor master, I felt obliged to try to stop them.
“Look, I have five paying passengers. I’m a poor man. I know the waters like the back of my hand.”
I had to let her go.
It was a bad storm, perhaps the worst to hit the islands in a decade.
The water is calm again, and Noah’s rainbow is up there telling us it is over.
But I’m afraid to say that the Minnow was lost.
No, I don’t think you could reason with the Minnow’s captain, popularly know as just plain “The Skipper”, nor his first mate, uhm, let’s see, his name begins with the letter “G” ;)
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