Pieces of tin.... Pieces of tin....

[Fingers]

Majestically climbing up through the rising column of air, feeling my way into the core. Tuning every available sense into every available ounce of upward motion, the wing is now an extension of ones self. A buzzard comes over to join me ............ RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkk'''$ %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk kkkk (THE SOUND OF A NEEDLE RIPED ACROSS THE RECORD)

If only the stories from the club comp had started like the above.... if only.

On lookers into HMS NHPC would be forgiven for thinking the rum had gone off, the weevil's had eaten all the meat and the rigging was in shreds from a vicious storm. Madness has indeed descended and sunk deep into the veins of the crew, scrabbling, hot and sweaty like wild beasts circling the diminishing water hole. Fighting each other for the muddy clarts that smell so much like sweet salvation, only to find excrement and putrid stench.

Captain Freeman had indeed seen this prophecy of madness and set course full sail toward it.

I see now, yes Ron Freeman you are right, I see now why the public thinks we are all a bunch of nutters. Its hard to dissagree.

[MadDog]

Now then Stevie…Steady she goes!
You’ve had just one visit to Blyth Yacht club….never even spliced the main brace yet, and already you're starting to sound like Fletcher Christian
Let me remind you of the punishment for mutiny on the good ship, “Freeman “
Keel hauled across the face of Titlington Pike every evening for a week while we proper sailors get to fly to one thousand feet, or more, in the restitution lift,
And as for the weevils….Keep Wallis out of this!

[brian day]

I'm getting rather concerned at the recent apparent mutinies by the aeronauts. It clearly means that the plebeians trying to return to the sea are becoming a little close to Davey, who, we all know, has my well earned wealth of gold bullion firmly held within the clutches of the briney only for my close inspection and use.
I am going to alert Davey, Neptune, Black Beard and a few other characters of ill repute from a sea fairing tradition to prepare to repel all aeronaut boarders.
Only those finding the silver coin in their ale(beer) will be accepted into the sea fairing community, and only then after the ritual of acceptance required in all great traditions. Prepare to roll up your trouser leg and dance the hornpipe whilst using a sextant and reciting Neptune's Log.

[John Watson]

Aarrr! --- Well blow me down --- a good job be done by Cap’n Freeman, --- gett’n those lily livered landlubber’s off afore the winds worth ten pieces of eight saiz I.
On the day there waz many scallywags on Man at Edge, --- Aarr! --- And too many scabby dog’s down in Davey Jones’s locker --- Aarr! --- I be Just about tu raise the mizzen on Man at Edge, when straight out the oggin came devil dodgin midshipman Miller --- full of grog --- “Avast ye” --- “Aarrr!” --- What be you doin on my poop deck Grey Beard”? --- I be about ta follow that weevel up the hill, but it be too hot sir”, --- “well get yourself off into the brimey me hearty” --- haAarrr! --- “By the power’s, was that a wench just sailed by”? sez he, --- shiver me timber’s sez I, and that’s her son of a buiscuit eater husband, a raisin the Jolly Roger on the Raddarr mast --- Aarr! --- Don’t be stupid Watson son, Raddarr ant been invented yet --- Aharr! --- Fifty Doubloon’s to the swashbucklin Gentleman o’ fortune who rips the heart out of that scurvy dog scouser, --- Yo Ho Ho