Date: Wednesday, 12 Aug 1992 12:17:18 EDT From: Message-ID: <92225.121718BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU> Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [R] The Mist coalesces References: <1992Aug11.104925.527@ccsvax.sfasu.edu> ...The mist began to settle down onto the deck and thicken when suddenly one of the hands shouted, "Lookada compass! Lookada compass! 'sa spinnin' like a gyro! 'sa ghost!" The man's eyes lept from one person on the deck to another, radiating panic. As the rest of the crew began to mutter anxiously the cloudy mass shot further up toward the bow, away from the compass, and then solidified into the form of a young woman the color of rain clouds. She cried out to those on board, "No! No! I'm no ghost!" She clenched her fists in frustration. "Ooohhh, dagnab it! I'm sorry about the compass. I hope it's alright. I mean no harm...really! I,...I can even help!" She sat down heavily on a thick coil of line. Then she leapt up just a second later, and struck a bold pose with her arms outspread and her head high and said, with heavy irony, "Here I am to save the day. At your service, Hazy Drifter." She collapsed down onto the heap of rope once again and grinned at the general company. To herself, she sighed and muttered through her teeth, "Better batten down the hatches." Hazy Drifter