Shinny up the rigging

The waters down here at this time of year are warmer than usual, a case of letting go in the calmer waters of the South Atlantic, much like the drink-sotten crew of the SS Venereale on their feast days of rum and bacardi and coke come 1st December each year. Wine and women and chaos for a whole day as the entire ship drops anchor usually in the West Indies and there lets go of all inhibitions. There is never an excuse needed for a party on board the SS Venereale. Capt Firestarter of the Old Nick, who is right up the charlies of the Venice Republic and its Navy, knows a good bargain when he sees one, no work, no tutoring, no tying of knots unless it is a clever double stitch in two directions, and lots of partying, lots of rum, and lots of girlie crewboys on board the ship. Oh yes there is nothing so pleasant as an all-nighter on those ships. La malaise republicenne. Capt Coc and Capt BC, known as the Couple on the the deck, or as 2 Jack Sparrows of the Venetian Republic, have lots of time for the crew, and there are lots of young blonde cabin boys carrying the drinks in and out of their Captain's burgundy carpeted Salonetta. Very nice indeed. The Venereale never sets sail though from the Bahamas and they never attend their lectures in Venice at the Navel Academy because the crew is perpetually drunk.