Monday, November 6, 2023

The Big Jump

 


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    1. Then he better know to tread water. A ship that size, even no canvas flying, will be twenty minutes afore she turns to pick em up. The best he can hope for is to catch a thrown line and hauled on deck like a drown'd sardine.

      Next try to escape you'll be quarted and fed to the sharks. I'll have no disloyalty among the crew.

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  2. Fish him out. Tie him to a yard. I'll teach my topmen not to fall out of the rigging.

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  3. He's just a mite early for the coming swell.
    (When jumping into the water, ya want to jump on top of the swell.)

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  4. Better be a good swimmer.

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    1. It was the afternoon we left Honolulu. Clearing Barbers Point, we turned west ho. Makaha coast lee rail down under a gibbous moon, we ran west until we laid Waimea.

      On the 'morrow at anchor in the serene bay, I topped the 2nd spreader from which I dived. Into the glorious embracing clear water, I attained the sea bottom. A full seven fathoms, I walked along the sandy bottom.
      Clamboring back aboard, unknowst to me, an exotic woman, quite fetching I add, observed my actions with keen interest.
      Rachel, but with the accent on the last syllable, seemed quite enamored with me.

      Ho! the long boat returns from the beach. She's ladened with a cacophony of silly men and misfits, each a lubber the likes I hadn't before seen, all eager to join the luau on deck. I lost Rachelcwith the apistrophe in the crowd.

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    2. Taken from my journal of when we hosted onboard the Mauna Tea the closing crew party of Magnum PI.

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