The Lovely and talented KiraMowett has done it again!!!!! Shes so
wonderful isnt she! Please R&R and direct all comments toward her!!
For I shall be notifying her of them!!!
EDIT: Day 16 was edited with some new....um....material
The Very Secret Diary of William Mowett, 2nd Lieutenant
Day 1:
Surprise attacked by French. Even with all of the carnage, Pullings
still managed to nance around like he's the prettiest or something.
As if. Will have to work that into a poem somehow...
Hmmm...
Pullings sure knows how to nance.
I think he just wants the chance
To get into our captain's pants.
Maybe not.
Day 2:
Dinner with the captain:
My latest poem went over well
But the captain was drunk as hell.
I think he enjoyed watching Pullings nance
He did seem to be in a trance.
Wonder if he'll kiss and tell?
Day 7:
Everyone's getting some except me. Had a horrible experience
today...
While taking a stroll with the Master,
I heard Bonden cry "Faster, Doudle, faster!"
That made me rather sick-
They're a couple? Ick.
But it could have been worse, could have been Killick.
Day 9:
Nasty storms around Cape Horn
From the ship, a mast was torn.
Drowned was poor Seaman Warley
His friends will miss him sorely.
Day 13:
My eyes! Blinded as by a thousand suns!
Did I really see Howard do that with his guns?!
Oh well, that's not as bad as Killick and the captain's silver.
sniggers Mr Lamb grabbed Nagle's arse again.
Day 14:
Picked up some whalers today. We're not stopping at the Galapagos
after all. Damn, those tortosises looked tasty. And the Doctor is
PISSED!!!
The Captain and the Doctor had a lover's spat
The Captain called the Doctor a spoiled brat.
Did they break up, and that is that?
No, they kissed and made up- drat!
(I'd love a shot at either of them...)
Day 16:
Oops, I really mustn't check out the Captain's arse so much. The
Doctor will kill me if I try anything!!
In other news, we're stuck in the doldrums now. Everyone is testy.
Tried to cheer the crew up by performing a scene from Nelson: The
Musical...but Awkward Davies and a bunch of other big brutes beat me
down. Guess the nude high kicks were too much for them. Oh, well.
But some crew were eyeing my arse appreciatively. Go me!!
Day 20:
Uh, oh, in Paradise there's trouble-
Hollom better pay attention to Nagle, on the double.
Dear Hollom must not know
others want to shag our Joe.
(I just noticed how cute Nagle is. No wonder Mr Lamb is always
grabbing his arse!)
Day 23:
Oh, to be the bosun's mate!
The cat is Nagle's idea of a date.
I'd love to give him a flog,
and then share some grog...
but Hollom got there first, I'm too late!
Day 24:
Oh, dear. Hollom has drowned himself. Rumour has it that Lord
Blakeney (also known as Little Lord One-Arm) actually pushed him...
Day 30:
We triumped over the Acheron. But we lost Doudle, Calamy, the Master
Allen, and my dear Nagle, who had finally agreed to a date...am v.
sad.
On the bright side, I no longer have to watch Pullings nance around
the ship. He's going off with the Acheron.
Day 31:
We're going after Acheron again, aw crap!
Poor Pullings may find himself in a trap.
But he can take care of himself, he'll show'em.
And send me some fodder for my next poem!
wonderful isnt she! Please R&R and direct all comments toward her!!
For I shall be notifying her of them!!!
EDIT: Day 16 was edited with some new....um....material
The Very Secret Diary of William Mowett, 2nd Lieutenant
Day 1:
Surprise attacked by French. Even with all of the carnage, Pullings
still managed to nance around like he's the prettiest or something.
As if. Will have to work that into a poem somehow...
Hmmm...
Pullings sure knows how to nance.
I think he just wants the chance
To get into our captain's pants.
Maybe not.
Day 2:
Dinner with the captain:
My latest poem went over well
But the captain was drunk as hell.
I think he enjoyed watching Pullings nance
He did seem to be in a trance.
Wonder if he'll kiss and tell?
Day 7:
Everyone's getting some except me. Had a horrible experience
today...
While taking a stroll with the Master,
I heard Bonden cry "Faster, Doudle, faster!"
That made me rather sick-
They're a couple? Ick.
But it could have been worse, could have been Killick.
Day 9:
Nasty storms around Cape Horn
From the ship, a mast was torn.
Drowned was poor Seaman Warley
His friends will miss him sorely.
Day 13:
My eyes! Blinded as by a thousand suns!
Did I really see Howard do that with his guns?!
Oh well, that's not as bad as Killick and the captain's silver.
sniggers Mr Lamb grabbed Nagle's arse again.
Day 14:
Picked up some whalers today. We're not stopping at the Galapagos
after all. Damn, those tortosises looked tasty. And the Doctor is
PISSED!!!
The Captain and the Doctor had a lover's spat
The Captain called the Doctor a spoiled brat.
Did they break up, and that is that?
No, they kissed and made up- drat!
(I'd love a shot at either of them...)
Day 16:
Oops, I really mustn't check out the Captain's arse so much. The
Doctor will kill me if I try anything!!
In other news, we're stuck in the doldrums now. Everyone is testy.
Tried to cheer the crew up by performing a scene from Nelson: The
Musical...but Awkward Davies and a bunch of other big brutes beat me
down. Guess the nude high kicks were too much for them. Oh, well.
But some crew were eyeing my arse appreciatively. Go me!!
Day 20:
Uh, oh, in Paradise there's trouble-
Hollom better pay attention to Nagle, on the double.
Dear Hollom must not know
others want to shag our Joe.
(I just noticed how cute Nagle is. No wonder Mr Lamb is always
grabbing his arse!)
Day 23:
Oh, to be the bosun's mate!
The cat is Nagle's idea of a date.
I'd love to give him a flog,
and then share some grog...
but Hollom got there first, I'm too late!
Day 24:
Oh, dear. Hollom has drowned himself. Rumour has it that Lord
Blakeney (also known as Little Lord One-Arm) actually pushed him...
Day 30:
We triumped over the Acheron. But we lost Doudle, Calamy, the Master
Allen, and my dear Nagle, who had finally agreed to a date...am v.
sad.
On the bright side, I no longer have to watch Pullings nance around
the ship. He's going off with the Acheron.
Day 31:
We're going after Acheron again, aw crap!
Poor Pullings may find himself in a trap.
But he can take care of himself, he'll show'em.
And send me some fodder for my next poem!