Ah so ahoy

Ahoy there shipmates. Am adrift now on the high seas heading toward the islands of the deep south in Micronesia and approaching the coastline of New Zealand or Nova Terra as it once used to be called in the glorious days of Capt Cook. His ship is still moored out there somewhere gathering dust. Yes down here in the southern seas, it seems that some maps have gone out of print, and our sea charts are taking us toward an island that time has forgot, an island that was once jungle, and which hides the bones of huge leviathans. A creepy place, where rumours abound of old Dodo birds, like the Dodo I saw once in Oxford Schools tethered to a student who won it from a Dutchman back in the 1790s. This island here on the old sea charts is much confused with the old Terra Australis of Capt Cook and Ned Kelly. Is this the island that legend has forsook? Am making my way back to the barges of the grand Duke of the fleet, which is easier than trying to find my way back on board the HMS Repulse now. The Sovereign of the Seas is a nice ship, where the old seadogs greet me like an old veteran of the wars. Lucky I was accepted, and the captain is not so bad about it. Beagles ahoy.