The day we put the prop back

Coming into the marina one day the prop fell off.

Three days of searching and not only the prop (a large and enormously costly bronze affair) but the brass nut as well were recivered and then replaced.

 

A sea trial proved that all was well and everything drinkable was drunk to the health of the boat, the divers, various sea birds and anything else one could toast.

The back to the marina and everything drinkable in the restaurant was consumed by the hearty crew for the health of the prop, the boat and The Captain (under God).

Tied up safely back at the jetty, a bottle of Stolichnaya Vodka was discovered cringing in the paint locker and a small flower vase quickly emptied and filled with vodka for the toasts etc.

At this stage it dawned on The Captain that he had invited the PR Manageress of one the leading concerns in the country for genteel sundowners aboard at sunset.  And at sunset whe was arriving replete with beehive hairdo, high-heel shoes and en suite assistant.

"Welcome aboard" said The Captain and briefly explained the solemnity of the occasion and offered the esteemed visitor the vase with vodka for the requisite toast.

Somewhat taken aback the distinguished personage refused the proffered vessel explaining that she only drank wine ( and even then not from vases).

"Aboard my vessel, ye'll take what you're given or be thrown overboard" quoth The Captain, who'd developed a West Country accent suddenly.

"You wouldn't" said the visiting worthy, simpering slightly and batting the eyelashes somewhat.

"I would" answered The Captain in his best Captain Bligh imitation.

"You wouldn't" retorted the elevated attraction, and this in front of crew, divers and guests.

"I would" repeated The Captain, sure of his place as God's representative aboard.

Once more the sultry sundowner said "You wouldn't" when he did!  Handbag, high heels, beehive hairdo and all, leaving the waterlogged worthy to scramble onto the jetty and squelch her way in a dignified but dripping progression down the jetty with assitant yapping at her heels.

 

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