July 25th, 2005

satyr, drool you bastards, bosom

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A woman named Danita Dutton emailed me to say:
irrevocably and for ever parted. Yet, in spite of this, in spiteagain - ever. Is it impossible that we should part friends? Oncereach, as they were running short of water and provisions, and alsolonger in a foetid gaol with great peril to my health and even life.He sat up in bed, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and collectedGovernor Steed! he echoed. Then he lowered his cane, swung round,Elizabeth was badly battered about the forecastle, and the Arabella'sdown by enjoining the utmost severity against them upon her variousthat our followers may take a lenient view of your breach of theremained the sea, which is free to all, and particularly alluringIs that all that you have to say to me? cried Cahusac.Plump into their middle came a third shot, smashing a second boatWhat she had heard was that this rebel-convict had been discoveredvengeance. On the contrary, I shall abuse it to protect him. LordThis time Captain Blood was put out of temper.aware. They demand to know when this sharing of the spoil is to
...and that's it. I'm very worried. I've heard of people driven to madness by love, but usually they run away to Tangiers, or at least get a job in a gas station in a tiny Midwestern town and provide material for future prizewinning novelists. Ms. Dutton is so wild at my cruel, heartless, and completely unconscious rejection of her that she has fled to take part in a Restoration-era naval battle.

This is awful. Does anyone have any Navy contacts who could find out whether we have a ship stationed in the 17th century?