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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 you’ll be doing here on
out, Mick? You’ll be serving under Cookie, ship’s cook.
You’ll be fetching and scraping for him. You’ll be sloping
over the side, and it’ll be good if you remember not to
throw the slops into the wind. You’ll get back a face full if you do.”
The little Irishman gave that a thought and cared not at all.
“ I’ve done worse and will probably do worse again.
Makes no difference to me.”
He threw aside the rest of the foul-weather gear he’d 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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2007-04-30 08:20:15] (Date/Time posted on
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