Ahoy Ahoy when the sun

Ahoy ahoy when the sun was setting ... up here in the crow's nests after all, just looking out for the odd whale, spouting on the surface, and pumping out gallons of sea water into our faces here on deck. Nothing in sight - no moby dick from high up here - must be down below deep in the bluey depths of dark pacific water with all the blue whales - no white sperma whales for miles. The good ship USS Panspermia has not been seen down here in the waters north of Nova Australasia for some time. Its good captain, Horatio hornblower has gone the way of all flesh with chief petty officer Vincenzo and his able bodied seaman Recuerdo. Probably wrecked on some Fiji shore. Curiosity kills many an indiscreet cat, so bella giornata out the window. So it is Eliza Eliza for ho. Eaten alive by the natives or nibbled to death by some potty amazonian sisterhood tribe. Who knows? It is all a tragedy to see one's friends slowly being nuzzled and nibbled and consumed in a bloody fountain of gore. Kentucky FnC types might say - finger licking good, but let us spare a thought for a great seaman, Vincenzo de Lille and his batman Recuerdo el Cid. Fond thoughts for two sailors of the high seas that are now gone with the wind alongside Reg Butler. We will remember them. Fair thee well lost souls of the Falklands Isles or Islas Malvinas for the red enseigns - more enseign than red of course at the old tub HMS Veckerville. Good souls, lost souls, like the sailors of Farnese who lost their souls to many young syrens around Puerta Mayor.