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From: kmwilcox@iastate.edu (K M Wilcox)
Subject: [Mr B] Eustace at sea.
Message-ID: <kmwilcox.745620246@vincent1.iastate.edu>
Summary: Eustace Crimpin runs into trouble on his way back to Generica
Keywords: boddy eustace pirate
Sender: news@news.iastate.edu (USENET News System)
Organization: Iowa State University, Ames IA
Date: Tue, 17 Aug 1993 20:44:06 GMT
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   The sun began its descent in the western sky as sails were lowered, and the
listing ship slowed in the calm waters.
   Eustace stumbled up the stairs to the deck, nearly tripping on his robes.
"How soon can you repair it?" he asked the man who had fallen in step beside
him.
   "A few hours to patch 'er up, I'd guess. I don't wanna dilly in these
waters too long, though," Captain Kernsch answered. "'Specially not this close
to dark."
   Eustace pondered for a minute. "How much danger is there of the cargo
getting ruined before we reach Generica?"
   "'Bout 50-50," Kernsch offered.
   "Then fix the damage before a big hole forms," Eustace instructed. He
peered over at the large dent and the splintering wood. "What could have done
that?" he asked.
   "Dunno. Whatever 'twas, it didn't stick around. Prolly knocked itself silly
and sank. Musta been big, though." Kernsch then turned to his second mate and
made some orders.

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   The last rays of the sun were barely visible when the first mate knocked on
the door. "Mr. Crimpin, sir, the cap'n needs to see you."
   Eustace sighed as he rolled to a sitting position on the bed. "I'll be
right up!" he returned. He grabbed the robes from a chair and put them on over
his duck-and-aardvark pajamas.
   Kernsch was in the hallway when Eustace left his room. "We had to stop
repairs short, Mr. Crimpin. Pirate ship's approachin'. Fast," he panted.
   "You sure it's a pirate ship?"
   "The ship's runnin' with no flag. Any ship on legitimate business would
have a flag of someplace on it," Kernsch explained. "That and it's painted all
black, and it's armed with cannons, and there's a guy aboard with a really big
pirate hat, and..."

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