Blue Harbour

Ahoy there captains and midshipmen of the Seven Seas. The night is long on the high seas, and the great black expanse of water is a prey to every fear. Old seadogs often used to speak of seeing things at night that they never thought existed. But surprise surprise we are at last putting into a safe harbour near Devil's Island, the BC penal colony where we hope to pick up some fresh supplies of fruit - mangos maybe and apples and oranges and if we are really luck some lemons as lemons abound at this penal colony - good for withstanding scurvy. Ah yes me hearties, tis a long wait for such cool blue harbours. In the harbour I see that the canons point out to sea and there coming in to the port is an old sight, the old colonial wardog, the USS Cheeslepick Chuzzlewit with its very famous laughing captain, Capt Robyn le Williams, since she is famous for running press gangs around old ports and cities and inciting many a ship to mutiny, thence to sail away unharmed with the glorious tricoleur of the French - lots of guns and lots of crew, but maybe too many cabin boys in her team with their tell-tale spray-on blue bellbottoms - those lovely bones bleached by the suns of many devil's islands and all so cheaply. No ransom necessary when the crew is paid in the shekels od dead men's bones and making a base out of a hideaway under foreign secret colours. She is more than capable of turning a harbour in a storm into a signalling centre to bring down all the western navies from here, and she could do this by morning watch, as she has done a fair few times now at the harbour of the old seadog the SS Venerable de Foi. Yes Captaine Robyn she is a canny old dog - she never gives up on some private dream of wrecking western navies and their economic power bases. Never faced the guillotine though. Soon maybe.