All hands on deck, fighting with the third squall of the night. Amongst the
other noises a loud thud, the source of which could not be identified in the
pitch black, rain, and howling wind. (Ain't tropical sailing cushy!). Anyway
in the cold light of morning, (warm actually), a patch of scales could be
clearly seen on Marges' hair do: Another mad flying fish attack. Marge is
well though, if a little shocked.
Team C2 all very well, but a bit tired after last nights excitement.
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