Twister_Ken
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So there we were, only two engines functioning and nothing on the altimeter, when the ship's boy spots a whale surfacing just off St Catherine's Point. Noble skipper whacks the joystick into the window winder, turn and bank indicator goes off the scale, champagne bottles skittle across the fuselage, all and sundry (self included) confirm sighting, shout and point, which whale has a curved dorsal fin we ask, we crash back through our wake causing small green pepper-stuffed olives to levitate from the fine china and splat onto the teak and holly, fin spotted dead ahead, throttles heaved back from hostilities-only-emergency-full-ahead and we coast to a halt alongside an old, black, weed infested pot bobber that is being towed under by the tide. Shoulders are shrugged and course computer reset for seafood taglietti in Ventor.
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