Chapter Three
A few days later, they were nearing closer and closer to Little Mermaid Land. Everyone was very excited, and they made many preparations: the crew cleaned the ship and...er...other shipy stuff, while the Captains looked through their clothes and found their prettiest ball gowns and other exciting outfits to wear on land.
Orlando (who had been properly named "first mate"... teeheehee) walked in to their captains' rooms, to find them on the floor amongst large fluffy piles of dresses. However, the captains seemed much more interested in palying with all of Emily and her sisters' old dance costumes. Emily was wearing a long, dark blue tutu under a red and white checked country-type dress with a white baseball cap with a red sequined star on it. Rachael a short black lacy dress over a short black halter dress, with a short blue and gold platter tutu over it, with a white band style hat with a long red feather poking out of it. Rachael was saying, "Mow, Mow, Mow!" while Emily was exclaiming, "Caught like a fish in snake trap!"
Orlando was about to clear his throat to gain their attention (by now, he was used to their odd behaviors, ever since he had walked into their rooms and they had been dancing around singing "Me bum-bum! Me bum- bum!", he had stopped feeling like he had walked in on a secret pagan ritual or something), when they noticed him.
"Why hello!" they both exclaimed.
"Hi!" he said brightly, then looking slightly disconcerted, asked, "What are you doing?"
"Well, this is my hat and my skirt and my...PANTALETS!" said Emily by way of explanation.
"Ah..ha..." said Orlando, who did not understand.
"We made cookies," said Rachael, which made quite a bit more sense, holding up a cookie, "Would you like one?"
"Yes, please!" said Orlando, since the girls' cooking was held in wide renown.
"Come and get a bite, my handsome little...fairy!" said Rachael, as she and Emily did a little shaky dance thing. So Orlando walked over and sat on the floor and ate cookies, while Emily and Rachael continued to sort through old dance costumes and dresses to wear. A good fifteen minutes had passed before Emily looked up at Orlando asking, "Did you have a message or something to tell us or have you merely come a-visiting?"
"OH! Right!" Orlando had now remembered, "The crew told me to tell you that we'll be docking near Little Mermaid Land tonight, and then sailing into the harbor tomorrow morning."
"SEHR GUT!" exclaimed the girlies, and then they lovingly shoved Orlando out the door so they could get ready for the next day.
* * * * *
A few hours later, Pippin knocked on the door to the captains' rooms. He heard a loud banging noise as the captains raced to answer the door. It was wrenched open, and the two girls stood in the doorway, desperately trying to stifle their giggles.
"Teeheehee...." giggled Rachael, then she commanded, "Pick a card!"
Emily offered the pack of Guess-tures cards to Pippin, who hesitated, and then grabbed the central card. Holding it up, he looked to see what was on it. He was confused, as this wasn't a normal playing card, it merely had words on it, predominantly featuring (in large, bold, black, letters) the word:
"TONGUE DEPRESSOR!" Shouted the girls, collapsing into giggles, as Pippin stood uncomprehending, looking at the cards which had fluttered out of the girls' hands as they collapsed, all of which read "TONGUE DEPRESSOR" in large, bold letters in various shades.
Finally, the girls regained control, and stood up, facing Pippin, and Rachael asked, "Now, what did you need?"
"Well, the crew asked me to inform you that we are nearing shore and would you please come and survey the position? If you find it acceptable, we'll drop anchor for the night."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Emily, and she and Rachael both gave him a kiss, one on each cheek. They then slammed the door in his face, and retreated into their room once more. Pippin shrugged and returned to his post on the deck, preparing things for the dock.
A few minutes later, Emily and Rachael emerged from their room, dressed in bikinis (green and blue, respt.), shorts, flip-flops, and large hats. Their arms were laden with beach balls, a volleyball net, picnic baskets and beach blankets.
Aragorn stepped forward, and pointed off the starboard bow.
"STARBOARD BOW!" exclaimed Rachie and Emmy, but then exchanging glances, looked crestfallen as they said, "No time for that now."
"Ladies, if you will look with me off the-" Aragorn hesitated, then continued, "Starboard bow, you'll see the position."
The girlies set down their bundles and scampered over to the edge of the deck. They looked at their position. It looked like a sandy beach, back- shadowed by a forest of tall trees. After observing it for a few minutes, they exchanged happier looks, and said to each other, "It'll do."
They turned back to the crew and said in a loud voice, "DROP ANCHOR!"
"No need to shout!" exclaimed Sinbad, "We're right in front of you."
"Oh, yes...well then....drop anchor, and prepare to row to land."
The men exchanged glances, they had been expecting to spend the night on the ship, but an order was an order and they knew the captains would only plan fun, exciting and good plans for them.
Within in a few minutes, they were ready. The sun was just preparing to set, as Dom and Elijah helped Emily into a boat that Orlando was steadying; and Sir Ian and Johnny helped Rachael into a boat Sinbad was steadying. Pippin and Aragorn lowered the boats into the water and then slid down a rope into one of the boats each, both were heavily laden with the beach balls and various other things that Emmy and Rachie had decided they needed for the night.
Once they reached the shore, Rachie and Emmy ran onto the sandy beach, and began laying out stuff as the men tied off the lifeboats. Soon, they had a volleyball net set up, a food area, various blankets, and were working on a fire. As the men finished tying of the boats, a few came over and helped them build the fire, while the others dragged over a few hay bales as one would see on a hay ride.
"VIOLA!" exclaimed Emily, throwing her hands in the air.
"I believe it's voilá," corrected Rachael.
"Maybe for normal people," said Emily, "but for me, it will always be 'viola.'" Rachie shrugged as Emily began again.
"VIOLA!" exclaimed Emily, throwing her hands in the air, "Welcome to the good ship, the S.S. Claire, aka the Hot Ship's crew party. We have volleyball, of which Rachael and I will be abstaining and will merely be the line judges, food, fire, and blankets for.....er-sitting." Her grin suggested other activities, "I hope you will all enjoy. Any questions?"
"When will we be returning to the ship?" asked Johnny.
"Oh...." They exchanged glances, and then Rach said, "Oh, whenever, just let us know when you're ready."
With that the people set off to do various activities. Johnny came up to Rachael with a bottle of sun screen.
"Can I assist you with some sun screen, lady?" he asked.
"But, wait a minute, the sun's going down-" started Emmy, before Rachael cut her off.
"Don't discourage him!" She then turned back to him, "Of course!"
Emily, meanwhile, went off to supervise the men who were piling lots of firewood on the fire.
* * * * *
A few hours later, everyone was having a lot of fun. Emily and Rachael were preparing the nachos while the men finished their volleyball game. (Emily and Rachael don't play volleyball or any other type of organised sport. Instead, they do their part for Jesus by colouring pictures of Him and His friends. I think Spanish Jesus is my favourite, but Gay Gabriel, Gay Pride Joseph and Rainbow Haired Solomon are all soooo pretty. )
The men had just finished a play over which there was much dispute. They called out to the line judges to get a ruling on the play.
"LINE JUDGES!" called the men. (The crew was, like all men, very competitive even though it was just a silly little game.) Emily glanced up to see what they wanted, when she noticed something weird, strange, and not good.
"Um...guys?" she said, hesitantly, "The hay bales are on fire!"
Everyone looked over, aghast, and sure enough, three of eight hay bales were smoldering happily away.
"ZOINKS!" yelled everyone, and they raced over to the hay bales.
"WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE-" Sir Ian ran around in a panic, until Aragorn went over and calmly slapped him.
"You'd never know he used to be gay," whispered Rachael to Emily, who grinned and then started giving orders.
"PULL THE REMAINING HAY BALES AWAY FROM THE FIRE!" she yelled, and everyone rushed to do so, while Sir Ian ran around in circles yelling things like, "SAVE THE CHILDREN! SAVE THE CHILDREN!"
After a minute or two, the hay bales not on fire were far enough away so that they wouldn't catch on fire with the fire that was burning ever higher, Rachael surveyed the burning bales.
"Well, let's get the fire out!" she said cheerfully, walking over towards the fire.
"BUT WE DON'T HAVE ANY WATER!" screamed Sir Ian.
"WE DON'T HAVE ANY WATER?!" screamed everyone else, "BUT HOW WILL WE PUT OUT THE FIRE?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" screamed Sir Ian.
Everyone ran over in panic and, as they could think of nothing else, threw sand on the burning hay, while screaming things like, "SAVE THE CHILDREN! SAVE THE CHILDREN!" Large handfuls of sand went flying everywhere, and luckily, some of it fell on the burning hay bales.
After a few minutes, most of the fire was out, so Orly, Elijah and Dom threw the rest of the bales that had been on fire on top of the fire, and everyone retreated a fair distance away and collapsed in an exhausted pile, hot, thirsty, and sandy.
"Ugh!" exclaimed Rachael, "I'm so thirsty!"
"Me too!" said Emily, "And I'm all sandy and stuff!"
So the girlies got up and got themselves and the crew a juice box.
"I just love juice boxes!" exclaimed Emily, "I think I'm a juice box addict!"
"I think you are too." said Rachael, "But now let's go wash off all this sand in the ocean."
Everyone thought this sounded like a great idea, so, holding hands, they ran down to the water's edge and splashed their way out to where it was about waist deep. Emily promptly dove under and swam about for a little bit. Then she surfaced.
"Brr!" she exclaimed, "When the sun goes down, this water is kinda-" She abruptly stopped and stood stock still.
"Chilly, yeah, I know," said Rachael, not noticing Emmy's expression for a second, then she looked at Emily with a questioning look, then repeated to herself what Emily just said, "This water....?" Comprehension dawned on her and both she and Emily wheeled around, shouting, "SIR IAN MCKELLAN!"
"Uh-oh," whispered Sinbad to Ian, "They used your full name, you're in trouble!" Ian nodded, and looked at his captains.
"WHY DID YOU SAY THERE WAS NO WATER?" they shouted in unison, "WE'RE AT AN OCEAN!"
Everyone smacked themselves on their foreheads in disbelief, and looked at Sir Ian.
"Er-I forgot...anyway, no harm done, right?" he said, hopefully.
Everyone agreed, and the party went on.
* * * * *
A few days later, they were nearing closer and closer to Little Mermaid Land. Everyone was very excited, and they made many preparations: the crew cleaned the ship and...er...other shipy stuff, while the Captains looked through their clothes and found their prettiest ball gowns and other exciting outfits to wear on land.
Orlando (who had been properly named "first mate"... teeheehee) walked in to their captains' rooms, to find them on the floor amongst large fluffy piles of dresses. However, the captains seemed much more interested in palying with all of Emily and her sisters' old dance costumes. Emily was wearing a long, dark blue tutu under a red and white checked country-type dress with a white baseball cap with a red sequined star on it. Rachael a short black lacy dress over a short black halter dress, with a short blue and gold platter tutu over it, with a white band style hat with a long red feather poking out of it. Rachael was saying, "Mow, Mow, Mow!" while Emily was exclaiming, "Caught like a fish in snake trap!"
Orlando was about to clear his throat to gain their attention (by now, he was used to their odd behaviors, ever since he had walked into their rooms and they had been dancing around singing "Me bum-bum! Me bum- bum!", he had stopped feeling like he had walked in on a secret pagan ritual or something), when they noticed him.
"Why hello!" they both exclaimed.
"Hi!" he said brightly, then looking slightly disconcerted, asked, "What are you doing?"
"Well, this is my hat and my skirt and my...PANTALETS!" said Emily by way of explanation.
"Ah..ha..." said Orlando, who did not understand.
"We made cookies," said Rachael, which made quite a bit more sense, holding up a cookie, "Would you like one?"
"Yes, please!" said Orlando, since the girls' cooking was held in wide renown.
"Come and get a bite, my handsome little...fairy!" said Rachael, as she and Emily did a little shaky dance thing. So Orlando walked over and sat on the floor and ate cookies, while Emily and Rachael continued to sort through old dance costumes and dresses to wear. A good fifteen minutes had passed before Emily looked up at Orlando asking, "Did you have a message or something to tell us or have you merely come a-visiting?"
"OH! Right!" Orlando had now remembered, "The crew told me to tell you that we'll be docking near Little Mermaid Land tonight, and then sailing into the harbor tomorrow morning."
"SEHR GUT!" exclaimed the girlies, and then they lovingly shoved Orlando out the door so they could get ready for the next day.
* * * * *
A few hours later, Pippin knocked on the door to the captains' rooms. He heard a loud banging noise as the captains raced to answer the door. It was wrenched open, and the two girls stood in the doorway, desperately trying to stifle their giggles.
"Teeheehee...." giggled Rachael, then she commanded, "Pick a card!"
Emily offered the pack of Guess-tures cards to Pippin, who hesitated, and then grabbed the central card. Holding it up, he looked to see what was on it. He was confused, as this wasn't a normal playing card, it merely had words on it, predominantly featuring (in large, bold, black, letters) the word:
"TONGUE DEPRESSOR!" Shouted the girls, collapsing into giggles, as Pippin stood uncomprehending, looking at the cards which had fluttered out of the girls' hands as they collapsed, all of which read "TONGUE DEPRESSOR" in large, bold letters in various shades.
Finally, the girls regained control, and stood up, facing Pippin, and Rachael asked, "Now, what did you need?"
"Well, the crew asked me to inform you that we are nearing shore and would you please come and survey the position? If you find it acceptable, we'll drop anchor for the night."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Emily, and she and Rachael both gave him a kiss, one on each cheek. They then slammed the door in his face, and retreated into their room once more. Pippin shrugged and returned to his post on the deck, preparing things for the dock.
A few minutes later, Emily and Rachael emerged from their room, dressed in bikinis (green and blue, respt.), shorts, flip-flops, and large hats. Their arms were laden with beach balls, a volleyball net, picnic baskets and beach blankets.
Aragorn stepped forward, and pointed off the starboard bow.
"STARBOARD BOW!" exclaimed Rachie and Emmy, but then exchanging glances, looked crestfallen as they said, "No time for that now."
"Ladies, if you will look with me off the-" Aragorn hesitated, then continued, "Starboard bow, you'll see the position."
The girlies set down their bundles and scampered over to the edge of the deck. They looked at their position. It looked like a sandy beach, back- shadowed by a forest of tall trees. After observing it for a few minutes, they exchanged happier looks, and said to each other, "It'll do."
They turned back to the crew and said in a loud voice, "DROP ANCHOR!"
"No need to shout!" exclaimed Sinbad, "We're right in front of you."
"Oh, yes...well then....drop anchor, and prepare to row to land."
The men exchanged glances, they had been expecting to spend the night on the ship, but an order was an order and they knew the captains would only plan fun, exciting and good plans for them.
Within in a few minutes, they were ready. The sun was just preparing to set, as Dom and Elijah helped Emily into a boat that Orlando was steadying; and Sir Ian and Johnny helped Rachael into a boat Sinbad was steadying. Pippin and Aragorn lowered the boats into the water and then slid down a rope into one of the boats each, both were heavily laden with the beach balls and various other things that Emmy and Rachie had decided they needed for the night.
Once they reached the shore, Rachie and Emmy ran onto the sandy beach, and began laying out stuff as the men tied off the lifeboats. Soon, they had a volleyball net set up, a food area, various blankets, and were working on a fire. As the men finished tying of the boats, a few came over and helped them build the fire, while the others dragged over a few hay bales as one would see on a hay ride.
"VIOLA!" exclaimed Emily, throwing her hands in the air.
"I believe it's voilá," corrected Rachael.
"Maybe for normal people," said Emily, "but for me, it will always be 'viola.'" Rachie shrugged as Emily began again.
"VIOLA!" exclaimed Emily, throwing her hands in the air, "Welcome to the good ship, the S.S. Claire, aka the Hot Ship's crew party. We have volleyball, of which Rachael and I will be abstaining and will merely be the line judges, food, fire, and blankets for.....er-sitting." Her grin suggested other activities, "I hope you will all enjoy. Any questions?"
"When will we be returning to the ship?" asked Johnny.
"Oh...." They exchanged glances, and then Rach said, "Oh, whenever, just let us know when you're ready."
With that the people set off to do various activities. Johnny came up to Rachael with a bottle of sun screen.
"Can I assist you with some sun screen, lady?" he asked.
"But, wait a minute, the sun's going down-" started Emmy, before Rachael cut her off.
"Don't discourage him!" She then turned back to him, "Of course!"
Emily, meanwhile, went off to supervise the men who were piling lots of firewood on the fire.
* * * * *
A few hours later, everyone was having a lot of fun. Emily and Rachael were preparing the nachos while the men finished their volleyball game. (Emily and Rachael don't play volleyball or any other type of organised sport. Instead, they do their part for Jesus by colouring pictures of Him and His friends. I think Spanish Jesus is my favourite, but Gay Gabriel, Gay Pride Joseph and Rainbow Haired Solomon are all soooo pretty. )
The men had just finished a play over which there was much dispute. They called out to the line judges to get a ruling on the play.
"LINE JUDGES!" called the men. (The crew was, like all men, very competitive even though it was just a silly little game.) Emily glanced up to see what they wanted, when she noticed something weird, strange, and not good.
"Um...guys?" she said, hesitantly, "The hay bales are on fire!"
Everyone looked over, aghast, and sure enough, three of eight hay bales were smoldering happily away.
"ZOINKS!" yelled everyone, and they raced over to the hay bales.
"WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE-" Sir Ian ran around in a panic, until Aragorn went over and calmly slapped him.
"You'd never know he used to be gay," whispered Rachael to Emily, who grinned and then started giving orders.
"PULL THE REMAINING HAY BALES AWAY FROM THE FIRE!" she yelled, and everyone rushed to do so, while Sir Ian ran around in circles yelling things like, "SAVE THE CHILDREN! SAVE THE CHILDREN!"
After a minute or two, the hay bales not on fire were far enough away so that they wouldn't catch on fire with the fire that was burning ever higher, Rachael surveyed the burning bales.
"Well, let's get the fire out!" she said cheerfully, walking over towards the fire.
"BUT WE DON'T HAVE ANY WATER!" screamed Sir Ian.
"WE DON'T HAVE ANY WATER?!" screamed everyone else, "BUT HOW WILL WE PUT OUT THE FIRE?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" screamed Sir Ian.
Everyone ran over in panic and, as they could think of nothing else, threw sand on the burning hay, while screaming things like, "SAVE THE CHILDREN! SAVE THE CHILDREN!" Large handfuls of sand went flying everywhere, and luckily, some of it fell on the burning hay bales.
After a few minutes, most of the fire was out, so Orly, Elijah and Dom threw the rest of the bales that had been on fire on top of the fire, and everyone retreated a fair distance away and collapsed in an exhausted pile, hot, thirsty, and sandy.
"Ugh!" exclaimed Rachael, "I'm so thirsty!"
"Me too!" said Emily, "And I'm all sandy and stuff!"
So the girlies got up and got themselves and the crew a juice box.
"I just love juice boxes!" exclaimed Emily, "I think I'm a juice box addict!"
"I think you are too." said Rachael, "But now let's go wash off all this sand in the ocean."
Everyone thought this sounded like a great idea, so, holding hands, they ran down to the water's edge and splashed their way out to where it was about waist deep. Emily promptly dove under and swam about for a little bit. Then she surfaced.
"Brr!" she exclaimed, "When the sun goes down, this water is kinda-" She abruptly stopped and stood stock still.
"Chilly, yeah, I know," said Rachael, not noticing Emmy's expression for a second, then she looked at Emily with a questioning look, then repeated to herself what Emily just said, "This water....?" Comprehension dawned on her and both she and Emily wheeled around, shouting, "SIR IAN MCKELLAN!"
"Uh-oh," whispered Sinbad to Ian, "They used your full name, you're in trouble!" Ian nodded, and looked at his captains.
"WHY DID YOU SAY THERE WAS NO WATER?" they shouted in unison, "WE'RE AT AN OCEAN!"
Everyone smacked themselves on their foreheads in disbelief, and looked at Sir Ian.
"Er-I forgot...anyway, no harm done, right?" he said, hopefully.
Everyone agreed, and the party went on.
* * * * *