Gidday Hooroo Part 4
Quick Glossary Grouse: Good, great.
Part One
The same enchanted evening as Alec confessed his love for Max and Max finally got her first root in nine months, things were happening in Redfern.
Joey had answered the door eagerly to Annie. She was looking all dressed up in her posh frock. Even Billie had a ribbon round her neck.
"Gidevening Joey how's it going?" Annie greeted him warmly.
"Good thanks, you?" Joey looked down Annie's top. She wasn't wearing a bra, so she obviously wanted sex with him tonight.
"Good." Annie replied smiling.
Joey served dinner and he and Annie began chatting away like a pair of Galahs up a lamp post.
"It was an outbreak of measles after the Pulse hit yeah. Everything had come a gutser down in Adelaide where we lived at the time. The only place to get medicine was the black market, and my oldies just didn't have that kind of money. I almost didn't pull through yeah. And when it was over, I was bloody blind hey."
"But you have Billie yeah." Joey consoled her. Joey shook his leg furiously; Billie kept trying to hump it. "Get off of it!" he hissed at the randy Kangaroo.
"Don't be a dipstick Joey, sight or a Genetically Modified Seeing Eye Kangaroo, which would you bloody prefer? She's a good mate but. I still remember what some things look like but. Colours...my mum's expression when she found out we kids wrecked the Hills Hoist clothesline. You're not like most people, hey?
"Umm," Joey mumbled. Shit had Annie caught on to the fact Joey was a transgenic wallaby hybrid?
"What I mean is, sometimes people feel sorry for me yeah. I can hear it in their voices when they talk to me hey." Annie speared her Dim Sim. She hadn't expected just Dim Sims, the lazy bastard could have done a salad to go with it, even if he was foreign. "'Cause I can't do everything they do." This bloke was completely insensitive, what a bloody dip shit.
"You can go out, and you can talk to people. You could go to Smash, and rage, and dance..." Joey urged her , thinking on how bloody bored he got stuck inside Father's house all the bloody time.
"I know. But..." Annie trailed off despondently. She would still like to see, how come this Tahitian drongo didn't get that obvious fact?
Joey shoved a Dim Sim in his mouth with his fingers. "You should do that." He told her with his mouth full.
"Maybe you could come with me hey." Annie suggested unenthusiastically. She drank more wine. She had brought a bottle over, and had been shocked to hear Joey had no other alcohol in the house.
Foreigners were bloody weird. Joey's table manners for a start, sounded utterly revolting. Tonight's meal with its accompanying sound effects, had been one of the few times Annie had been glad she had lost her sight.
Joshua looked down sadly. Go out with this chick and cause car accidents in the street on the way to the nearest pub as Westie bogans' stared? "Maybe."
"I wish I could see your paintings. I'm so bloody curious. I bet they'd tell me everything there is to know about you." Annie sighed hungrily, feeling around on her plate with her fork, no that was it, six bloody Dim Sim's, no salad and apparently no pudding for afters either. Joey was as tight with money as cat's piss.
Joey took Annie across the room to feel his masterpieces by touch, and explain their colours to her.
"Green, like the council issued wheelie bins. And this is brown, like your eyes hey." Joey explained.
"It's grouse, Joey." Annie said trying to be socially polite. What a stupid pointless experience for her, she was blind for Christ's sake. Unless Joey switched to sculpture this was doing nothing for her.
"Thank you." Joey said flattered.
"Nah mate." Annie continued being polite, her Mum had always insisted on good manners. "Thank you."
This was it! Joey thought to himself excitedly, the woman was obviously gagging for it.
Joey grabbed her roughly and stuck his tongue down her throat, pawing her breasts. Joey ripped the bodice of her posh frock accidentally, with his transgenic strength.
Annie kneed him in the groin instinctively. Joey fell to the ground clutching his privates. The wallaby freak chundered on the ground with pain.
"Rack off!" Annie screamed incensed. "What you think I'm going to root you, after six lousy Dim Sims for tea, that obviously came out frozen from a plastic bag?"
"Joey thought so yes." Joey groaned in agony.
"Well you thought wrong. Hooroo." Annie clicked her teeth as a signal for Billie to jump over to her.
The angry young indigenous Australian woman stormed out of the house. Last time Annie was bloody relying on her Seeing Eye Kangaroo to be a good judge of character.
Part Two
The next morning dawned brightly. Some Sydneysiders woke hungover, prepared to start Sunday pledging to give up alcohol. Most were still asleep.
At Blacks headquarters, Wombat lay on a bench. Wombat sat up nervously as Black entered the room.
"How's it going?" Black asked the trembling freak.
"Good, you?" Wombat replied warily.
"Good." Black laughed lightly, rubbing his hands with glee. "Good news mate. You're gettin' out of here."
Part Three
At Logan's flat his carpet was getting trodden down, as Logan paced back and forth agitatedly. Fortunately his carpet pile was made from pre Pulse New Zealand wool and would spring back as soon as he left.
Logan looked at his phone worried, why wasn't Max answering when he rang? Max couldn't mean they were over. They'd been through worse than this, hadn't they?
Logan decided to drive over to her place and see what the hell was going on.
Part Four
Max and Alec walked out of Max's building together holding hands.
"Thanks for agreeing to go over to Joey's today, while I work my penalty rates Sunday shift at Shank's Pony." Max told her lover gratefully. "I really need the money hey."
"No worries, do you think Joey will mind?" Alec checked, releasing her hand reluctantly.
"Are you Troppo he'll love it." Max folded her arms. "Just don't agree to sit for a portrait for him again hey. Then you have to pretend you like the bloody thing afterwards."
"Well, thanks for saving my arse, again darl. Must be hard, hey? Having me around? Some bloke with Ben's face, making you think about things you'd rather forget?"
Max shook her head laughing. "Nah, I was just a bitch to you, because I was sexually frustrated from not having had a root for nearly a year hey."
"Righto." Alec cocked his head cheekily and smirked at her lovingly.
Logan got out of his car slamming the door. Bloody hell Logan was going to get it cleared up with Max once and for bloody all. He headed towards the building determinedly. Logan spotted Max and Alec outside of her building together and stopped stunned. It was eight in the morning, they had obviously spent the night together.
"I thought you got stroppy with me because I'm such a pain in the bum sometimes." Alec winked.
The transgenic male pulled his darling close and lovingly pashed his perfect transgenic match. Max sank against the wire netting fence beside her building. Alec leant over her. Slowly Alec put his hand up her t-shirt. The gently pashing couple almost bumping their heads on the old sign that told passers-by the fence complied with New South Wales safety standards.
"Give her one for me mate." A passing bogan motorist in a Ford Falcon yelled at them crudely.
Max pushed Alec away laughing. "You are bloody terrible Alec."
"Have a good day Maxers." Alec waved to her, as he walked backwards down the street.
"Be careful, darl." Max blew him a kiss,
Alec blew her kiss too. "Always yeah."
Feeling like he had been punched in the guts Logan lurched back to his car. No it couldn't be what it seemed, not his Max with that dipshit.
Part five
In his living room, Joey stared at his portrait of Annie intently. No her eyes weren't that colour exactly. Holding the wet paintbrush in his prehensile tail Joey looked through his hand mirror and adjusted the darkness of the eye colour.
"Joey mate!" Alec yelled, coming in through the back door. Alec walked down the hall looking for Joey.
Joey quickly put the canvas down.
Alec walked into the living room. "Gidday Housemate!" Alec announced.
"Housemate?" Joey was stunned. Bloody hell how could he make it up with Annie and get his leg over if 494 was around?
"Yeah mate." Alec confirmed, shrugging at the incredibility of it all. "I need to shack up with you for a bit, till the filths off my back. It turns out my clone was an outback serial killer yeah."
"Righto." Joey said coolly.
"Yeah. Where's your telly hey?" Alec looked round with a sinking feeling. Everything in this house was bog standard, but surely there was a bleeding television.
"No telly." Joey took a pile of magazines from the book shelf, and hit Alec on the head with them. "Magazines, you can read."
"What are we living in, the Dreamtime, the landing of the First bloody Fleet? Mate I need the idiot box hey. How else can we watch the footy?"
Joey shook his head. No, no one cared about getting Joey a telly. Max had always said she'd look into it lazy cow. But Max was always occupied trying to find a cure for Logan's virus so she could shag him or helping out other freaks escape from Black, or getting papers so X5 and X6s could emigrate across the Tasman to New Zealand. Selfish bloody moll Joey thought bitterly.
"No worries." Alec reached for his cell phone. Why the police had taken his wallet but not his cell phone, Alec would never know. "I know a mate who owes me a favour."
Alec stood with his ear against the phone. "Come on Biggo where are you mate?" Biggo had been the second transgenic Alec had been trying to get hold of all yesterday.
Alec noticed Joey trying hard not to look at a painting in the corner of the room. Alec therefore glanced at it curiously, despite Joshua's best efforts to stand in front of it.
"What that mate? A new painting, beaut?
"Um.." Joey's ears twitched with irritation. All this time being by himself and now Joey had bloody company?
" Joey number 320?" Alec teased.
"Um..." Joey sighed ruefully and stepped aside. "Annie."
Alec immediately hung up. "Annie?"
"Annie. Yes." Joey nodded.
"Who the bloody hell is Annie?" Alec asked alarmed. Christ had the stupid wallaby freak being speaking to an ordinary, putting them all in danger?
Joey laughed nervously. "Um...the girl who lives down the street in the Housing Commission block."
"Ohmigod mate!" Alec cried in horror. "Listen..."
"Alec, she can't see." Joey cut in quickly, trying to get out of trouble for being a dip shit. "No running, no screaming. It's okay."
"Bloody hell mate." Alec said uncomfortably. "I think we need to have a little chinwag about your friend Annie."
"I don't want to have a little talk." Joey said petulantly. "I know I have to lay low. I'm tired of laying low, Alec."
Part Six
Outside Paddy's market, Black's car pulled to a stop. Inside, Black sat in the driver's seat and Wombat lay across the back seat.
"Oi Wombat." Black got his attention. Wombat sat up looking nervous again. He didn't trust Black not really. "Righto, do you see that fence?"
Black indicated a fence behind the car with a sign on it saying "SYDNEY CITY COUNCIL VEHICLES ONLY "
"All you have to do is get over it, and you'll be safe yeah." Black lied though his back teeth.
"Righto." Wombat nodded.
"You have to watch out for enemy soldiers but, 'cause if they see you, they will try to kill you. They'll be wearing helmets, carrying guns, and they'll have badges that say "New South Wales Police."
Wombat repeated that to himself. What kind of drongo did Black think Wombat was for Christ's sake? "New South Wales Police."
"That's right. Good luck hey." Black crossed his fingers as he said that.
"Ta yeah." Wombat said getting out of the car.
"No worries." Black answered.
Wombat put his hood up and walked slowly towards the fence. Black watched him in the wing mirror of his car.
Passers-by looked at Wombat in pity. That poor bloke had really been hit by the ugly stick hadn't he? A little child pointed at Wombat and her Mum pulled the child's hand down and told her not to be so rude.
Wombat made a sudden dash for steps of Paddy's market.
Bloody hell! That wasn't what Black wanted at all. Black leaned out of the car showing his ID badge and yelled out to two passing policeman walking the beat. "Un-Australian Investigation Unit." Black identified himself. "Get after that freak in the blue hooded fleecy."
The two policemen dashed after Wombat and found themselves jostled and pushed mysteriously by the authority hating Australian crowd. The policemen soon lost track of Wombat in the throng of Paddy's market.
Part Seven
That evening, Alec was watching a Coca-cola Countdown chart on telly. The television was labelled "PROPERTY OF THE ROYAL ALBERT HOSPITAL." Biggo had come round that late afternoon with a telly, apologising for Alec not being able to get hold of Biggo on Saturday.
Biggo was bashful, because he had been away out of cell phone range on a romantic weekend in the Blue Mountains with their fellow X5 Ce's. Alec had laughed good naturedly about it. Shit maybe he and Max could go out with Biggo and Ce's to a Rugby Union game together some time this winter.
Joshua was sitting in an armchair across the room, trying to read a magazine.
"Alec, the idiot box is too loud," Joey whinged.
"Mate, that's the only way to enjoy it. Why don't you come over and have a gander hey? Alec urged him.
Joshua joined Alec and watched the Australian band on screen do yet another bloody cover of Crowded House's "Don't dream it's over." for a moment.
"Tricks and treats." Joey nodded sagely, thinking uttering patronising bullshit like that made him sound profound instead of subnormal.
"Welcome to the world of attention deficit hey."
The video was interrupted by a screen that said "CHANNEL 7 SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN."
"This is a Channel seven news break," Announced the female Vietnamese-Australian reporter standing in front of Paddy's Market, in the late afternoon sun.
"A wild cat police strike has brought the city of Sydney almost to a halt this afternoon as thousands of Policemen walked off the job. The reason being they were asked to assist in the apprehension of some kind of 'mutant' without the Un-Australian Investigation Unit filling in the necessary paperwork first.
It started here in Paddy's Market and we have footage of the alleged 'mutant'."
"Oh bloody hell!" groaned Alec, as security footage of Wombat trying on an akubra in Paddy's Market was shown.
"So who are these mutants, why are they according to witnesses looking like they were beaten about the face with an ugly stick, and more importantly do they want our jobs? Why are the police being asked to catch them instead of solving the rising burglary rate round Sydney or is it all linked to the mysterious project 'Manticore' the Republic of Australia Amy is trying to keep hushed up? More on the five thirty news, this is Jodie Nguyen reporting."
At Shank's Pony, Normo and all the messengers were gathered round the telly, watching the five-thirty news completely gobsmacked.
"And after having spent two weeks on the bench recuperating, the Brisbane Lions captain thinks he will be fit enough to play against the Adelaide Crows this Wednesday. In the second most important headlining story tonight the Federal Government has denied all knowledge of "Mutants from Manticore", the seeming cause of the wildcat strike by Sydney police today but so far no one has been able...
"Bloody hell, that's the thing I saw in the sewer last week." Sketcho shook Shazza's shoulder accusingly, forcing her to look at the screen. "And you said I was probably bloody stoned, you junkie moll."
Normo muttered and shook his head as the security footage from Paddy's market showed Wombat knock over a chest freezer of frozen fish and then pick it back up apologetically, without seeming to strain a muscle. "Shit that ugly bastard's been eating his bloody weet-bix."
Max and O. C. exchanged worried glances.
Part Eight
In his flat at the same time, Logan elitist snob that he was, was watching the Australian Broadcasting Corporation version of the news.
"Well yeah." The New South Wales Commissioner of Police said on screen. "If the Un-Australian Investigation Unit is going to have our officers do their dirty work for them we are going to have be financially compensated a lot more. Whatever this project Manticore is we should get more money."
The reporter held his microphone under the commissioner's nose.
"To what do you say, to the allegations that the New South Wales Police Force gets paid heaps, for doing stuff all, already?" the reporter, a young Greek-Australian said bravely.
"I'd say bollocks mate, complete bollocks." The commissioner sneered crossly. "What did you say your name was again lad?"
Logan picked up his cell phone. This was bad news for the woman he loved. He dialled quickly and tried to get hold of Max.
Part Nine
Alec put on his leather jacket and prepared to go round to Max's and O.C.'s place. If he left now, he should get to Max's place when she came home from work. Should Alec get her flowers or did that make him seem too much like a poof? After all Max hadn't said she loved Alec back yet.
"Lay low, Alec." Joey warned him; disturbed by the Channel Seven News as many other Australians were every day.
Alec raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Lay low? That's rich coming from you mate,"
A pounding on the front door made both transgenics jump.
"Where are ya? Ya lowlife bloody mongrel," came a furious male voice from outside.
Joey and Alec heard Annie's voice from outside on the veranda.
"Bruce shit it's okay bro. don't do this please." Annie begged her brother.
"Nah Annie I'm sorting this arsewipe out." Her brother Bruce told her firmly.
Alec opened the door pretending to be Joey.
Bruce launched into him. The young indigenous Australian male was shaking with fury. "Ya yellow mongrel trying to rape a blind girl. Ya think because you gave me sister six lousy dim sims for tea she was going to give you a cheap root? Spread her legs because you have a French accent?"
Alec shook his head frantically.
Billie strained at her harness, trying to get inside and hump Joey's leg again.
"I know you foreign greasy types. You come near my sister again I'll kill you. Ripping her dress and trying to force yourself on her." Bruce raised his fist. He wanted to smash this bastard to a bloody pulp.
Annie felt the air movement of her brother's fist being raised. "Bruce please darl." The blind girl begged. "The greasy shithead isn't worth it hey. I'm never seeing him again. Please just come home, Mum's put tea on yeah."
"Just stay away from Annie do ya understand?" Bruce commanded furiously. "Or you'll look like a mob of Kangaroos stampeded on your poofter face."
Alec nodded his head up and down rapidly. What the hell had Joey being doing?
Bruce leaned forward so spittle landed on Alec's face. "Bloke's like you make me want to chunder, she was just being nice, she felt sorry for you."
"Bruce please." Annie tugged at his arm. "Let's go home hey?'
Bruce mimed a throat slitting motion at Alec and left. Annie tugged at Billie's harness. Why did Billie like Joey so much? Annie wondered.
Part Ten
At Shanks Pony, everyone was still watching the news.
A picture of Wombat's barcode, as he bent over and looked at a counter displaying souvenir cigarette lighters with women that had their bikini tops disappear when you lit them, flashed up on the television screen.
"You can see it right there…the barcode," The news reader stated in breathless tones. "Unconfirmed reports suggest these tattoos were used to keep track of the various soldiers involved in the program. Again we ask are they a threat to Australian jobs? Are these mutants working in our community and not being union members?"
How bloody prejudiced thought Max furiously, why she had joined a union the day she had started working at Shank's Pony. If she hadn't belonged to the Posties and Couriers Union, Normo would have given her the sack in the first three months of her employment at Shank's Pony. Max came in constantly to work late hung-over and took every tenth day off for a personal crisis.
Max's pager went off. It was Alec. Max grinned and rang him back immediately.
"How's it going?" Alec asked her.
"Good, you?"
"Good, I take it you've seen the news yeah?"
"Yeah."
"That's not why I'm ringing darl, bad as it is. I need you to get over here to Joey's as soon as you've finished work."
Part eleven
"Well why the fuck would you think that this bloody girl would want to root you just because you deep fried her six Dim Sims' and she wasn't wearing a bra?" Max put her hands on her hips, and shouted down at a sobbing Joey. "Have you gone completely troppo?"
"It said in father's magazines..." Joey sobbed heartbroken on the floor.
"Magazines?" Max looked round puzzled.
Alec seized the magazines Joey had hit him on the head with earlier and looked at them more closely. His eyes widened in illumination at the situation. "Look Maxers." He showed her.
"Oh Christ," Max looked at the covers of the Magazines, "Nineteen Eighties Australian Penthouse, Playboy and Mayfair. People's Post?"
She shook Joey roughly. "You dip shit Joey, those letters to the editor were never real and because of Australia's weird censor ship laws of the time they airbrushed the photos of the chicks' rude bits."
Joey sobbed desolately. "Joey liked her. Love is meant to be grouse yeah?"
"You would have got a hell of a fright if you had gone down on her." Max comforted him more gently.
Joey sobbed in her arms and Max felt his pendant brush against her breasts. She looked at it casually, patting the sobbing freak on the back soothingly.
Max pushed Joey away abruptly and looked at the pendant more closely. It had the Familiar's symbol engraved upon it.
"Joey where the hell did you get this?" Max exclaimed excitedly. She pulled it off him.
"Father gave it to me." Joey wiped his eyes and sat up.
Max removed one of her bike gloves and compared the symbol on her palm to the one on the pendant. They matched exactly.
"Stone the crows." She whistled.
Part twelve.
Max crept guiltily into Logan's apartment. She went over to his the whiteboard he had set up and hung the pendant in the corner. She took a whiteboard marker and circled the pendant drawing a connecting arrow between the words "SANDEMAN" and "BREEDING CULT."
The lights turned on with an ominous click and the computer monitor glowed on.
Max turned fluidly to find Logan sitting at the kitchen table, having just turned back on the lights. He looked off his face. A bottle of Pre Pulse Glenfidditch whiskey was on the table beside him.
"Why good evening, how are you Maxers?" Logan asked her drunkenly.
"Good, you?"
"Good." Logan finished his glass.
"The lights were out. I didn't know you were home yeah." Max apologised.
"'Cause if you did, you wouldn't have come, hey?" Logan told her grimly.
"I found this around Joshua's neck yeah. He said Father gave it to him. It's the same symbol the breeding cult uses." Max pointed to the whiteboard. She'd never seen Logan shit faced before.
"So Sandeman is one of Black's cult loonies, yeah? Bugger me senseless." Logan poured himself another drink.
"Logo, there's a connection between the breeding cult and Manticore." Max began nervously.
Logan stood up and started walking toward Max.
""I should do an Eyes Only hack, hey? I mean, this is a big news day. In case you hadn't noticed, I tried paging you. Wanted to talk to you, suppose you were busy but."
"Well yeah I was working yeah. I was delivering packages round Sydney all bloody day, a pigeon in George Street shat in my bloody yogurt tub during my lunch break and Normo wanted me to fill in an insurance form during my smoko time because some up herself bitch got her peal necklace lost on my route. I'm going hey. I just thought you would want to know."
Max turned to leave, but Logan rushed over and obstructed her. Max tried several times to go around him, but each time he blocked her.
"Give it a bloody rest Logo." Max said frightened. Jesus, Joey had already started drinking through the slab of tinnies that Alec had bought over to his house, there would be no miraculous blood transfusion this time.
She didn't know where Alec was. He had stalked off into the night, when Max had told him she was going over to Logan's.
"I could keep you here all bloody night." Logo giggled
"Come on, Logo mate." Max reasoned.
"At least 'til I drop dead as a door post."
"I've said everything I needed to say yeah." Max rolled her eyes.
"I don't think so. I think there's something else." Logo's voice broke, and he spilled his drink down his shirt. "Shit."
"Logo..."
Logan leaned in close accusingly, "Or is it someone else?"
"What?" Max was baffled. There had never been anyone else while she was going out with Logo, what the fuck was the pisshead on about?
"I needed to talk to you, so I came by your unit...and I saw him leaving." Logo poured himself more whiskey.
Max didn't say anything, just stared at him in contempt, folding her arms. What a fucking creepy stalker. Why hadn't Logo come up to them and attempted to knock Alec out or something like a real bloke? Logo was a complete bloody poofter.
"I…I mean, if I've got it wrong, just say so." Logan said in a pleading tone.
Max said nothing, speechless with growing fury. Christ was she going to have to take out an Apprehended Violence Order against Logo in future to stop him stalking her?
Logan made one last entreaty. "Tell me it's not true hey."
"Well Christ Logan," Max spat at him. "You saw Alec and me with our tongues down each others throats pashing, how thick can you be? You're dumped Logo, rack off!"
Max walked briskly around him and left his apartment without a backwards glance. To think Max had wasted two years of her life cracking on to that useless wanker.
Logan stumbled off to his toilet to spew up.
Part thirteen
On the top of the ruined, abandoned, graffiti covered Sydney Opera House a lone female figure sat. Max contemplated the container ship, yacht and ferry lights as they moved slowly across Darling Harbour. It all looked so peaceful and beautiful.
Max heard foot steps behind her.
"Arrgh shit!" Alec gasped, as he slid on the sharp slope of the Opera House's roof. He regained his balance and stood beside her hands in his pockets, trying not to look like he had just made a complete dickhead of himself five seconds ago.
"Evening Maxers. Thought I'd find you here hey." Alec stated, the autumn breeze ruffling his hair.
"I come here to be alone yeah." Max looked up at him smiling.
"Yeah, I know, but considering that we shagged last night, and I stayed till the morning doesn't that make you my girlfriend now?" Alec gazed back at her adoringly.
Max chuckled. "Sit down, you drongo, before you fall in the harbour."
Alec sat down and put his arm round her. Max rested her head on his shoulder comfortably.
"So, you got any deep thoughts you want to share yeah?" Alec smirked, "Any, um, profound realizations about bloody life Maxers?"
"Yeah, love's meant to be grouse." Max lifted her mouth to Alec's lovingly. For the longest time the two transgenics pashed happily, as the light from the moon and the stars in the Southern Cross twinkled down on them in approval.
Glossary
Vomit terms
Chunder , spew
Food
Tea: another word for dinner sometimes
Dim Sims: like Asian enchilada's /samousa's
Pudding: another word for desert
Weet-bix: breakfast cereal
Drink
Slab of tinnies: A carton of beer.
Clothing
Posh Frock: fancy dress
Akubra: a leather hat that Australian stockmen (cowboys) wear
Terms I never got round to explaining before
Moll: ho slut
Rep: Representative
Rude bits: genitals' (can you work out nothing in context?)
Dreamtime: Indigenous Australian term referring to physical creation of Australia ie rocks and mountains
First Fleet: What the ships that brought the first British Convicts to New South Wales in 1789 were called.
AN: If that was confusing for you American readers have a think about the rest of us English speakers around the world we know what you mean. But we can speak in code hahahha (evil sinister laugh).
Thank you for reading. Hope you liked it.