The view from the spreaders -- Soon we shall incorporate a hammock, you see if we don't.
The Spirit of South Carolina, docked right next to our humble marina. An poncy old oysterboat, betrewn with bunting and baggywrinkle, with nary and non-polo shirt in sight. Hairy dragoons we, cutlasses flashing and breath sweetened sickly with Cuban rum, we swarmed over her sides, demanding free hot dogs.
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