claymore
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Bowling along towards the Kyles of Bute and Dear Heart murmers - 'Isn't that a Claymore coming towards us?'
'Strike the T'gallants and get the Royals off her' says I and head her up a point we'll have the wind guage and a round of grapes across her foredeck if you please my Lovely - Lively there me old trout'
'Pass me me glass an'lets be lookin at the whites of his eyes'
Dear Heart passed the glasses, furled the Genoa, got the kettle on and had another wash, all the while keeping her head to windwards and then bellows I...
'Lo and Behold - Stap me Vitals says I - indeed it is'
This action taking place in the forenoon and the wind bein' a point North of West we'd a damned tricky time of it I tell you but Dear Heart responded splendid and kept the sun in the blighters eyes and ourselves to windard - he was flyin no canvass and so we had 'im -dead in the water and he sees this and knows the game is up. As pretty an' bloodless an action as ever you'll see.
Anyway - he calls his Claymore 'Claymore' and he keeps it in Whitehaven.
He's had his for 5 years but we've had ours considerably longer so we are the senior boat. I explained this to him and he seemed to accept it - then he confessed that he is the one who has been draining the hospitality of the North East Irish coast in my name and has drunk all my drink. I was friendly enough - kind but firm I suppose you could say - anyway he has my email address and has promised to send me the drink. We parted on good terms although I could see that he was feeling a little cowed at being brought to justice - the imposter bearded you might say.
This obviously has had an effect on him for only an hour later he was involved in towing someone whose engine had blobbed - I think he was doing this to make amends - fair enough thinks I - not being one to bear grudges - I suppose a rescued mariner is a fair exchange for stealing all my drinks.
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Claymore
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'Strike the T'gallants and get the Royals off her' says I and head her up a point we'll have the wind guage and a round of grapes across her foredeck if you please my Lovely - Lively there me old trout'
'Pass me me glass an'lets be lookin at the whites of his eyes'
Dear Heart passed the glasses, furled the Genoa, got the kettle on and had another wash, all the while keeping her head to windwards and then bellows I...
'Lo and Behold - Stap me Vitals says I - indeed it is'
This action taking place in the forenoon and the wind bein' a point North of West we'd a damned tricky time of it I tell you but Dear Heart responded splendid and kept the sun in the blighters eyes and ourselves to windard - he was flyin no canvass and so we had 'im -dead in the water and he sees this and knows the game is up. As pretty an' bloodless an action as ever you'll see.
Anyway - he calls his Claymore 'Claymore' and he keeps it in Whitehaven.
He's had his for 5 years but we've had ours considerably longer so we are the senior boat. I explained this to him and he seemed to accept it - then he confessed that he is the one who has been draining the hospitality of the North East Irish coast in my name and has drunk all my drink. I was friendly enough - kind but firm I suppose you could say - anyway he has my email address and has promised to send me the drink. We parted on good terms although I could see that he was feeling a little cowed at being brought to justice - the imposter bearded you might say.
This obviously has had an effect on him for only an hour later he was involved in towing someone whose engine had blobbed - I think he was doing this to make amends - fair enough thinks I - not being one to bear grudges - I suppose a rescued mariner is a fair exchange for stealing all my drinks.
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Claymore
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