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Chapter 8
A whole month went by after we found Sarah. We continued our whale hunt and caught six more whales. After that, our whale deck was full, and we needed to stop somewhere and tongue our whales. So, we set a course for London.
After about three weeks of sailing, we finally docked in London harbor. After two months at sea, I was happy to have solid ground beneath my paws again. The crew looked happy too, especially Sarah.
"Well, Sarah, on our ship we pay 50 reales a month, so it looks like I owe you 100 reales," I said, handing her a leather coin bag.
"Oh, thanks, I guess," Sarah said.
It will at least be enough to get you back to the U.S.," I said.
"Back to the U.S.? Can't I just stay with you?" Sarah asked.
Are you sure you want to stay with us?"
"Of course. Sailing is my life. In fact, working on your ship is much more fun than my last job," Sarah said.
"Okay then, welcome to the crew, Sarah," I said.
The crew cheered and patted Sarah on the back. She was excited to work with us, but she had to let her family know she was okay. So, she wrote a letter and sent it back to her family.
Since we were going to be in London for a while, I decided to go back to the maritime museum in Greenwich. I spent a whole day there. Memories flooded my mind from when I went with Rocky. I could almost see and hear him next to me as I looked at artifacts in the museum.
I missed Rocky. I missed all my friends, of course, but I missed Rocky the most. I enjoyed going back to the museum. I spent most of my time talking with other guests and educating them on the art of sailing.
I went back to the ship later that evening. That night, the crew and I went out to eat at one of those English pubs. Of course, I got the famous fish and chips, and I will tell you, it was the best fish I have ever had.
Eventually, Jack and Bay got themselves involved in a gambling game, as well as drinking some whiskey. I just sat back, determined to watch, but Jack and Bay had a different idea.
Hey, Captain, you oughta get yourself a drink," Jack said.
"Oh, no thanks, I'd better not," I said.
"Aw, come on, Zuma. Every sailor's gotta have a drink at least once in their life," Bay said.
"No. Last time I had a drink, I got drunk and knocked out by a big pit bull."
"Come on, Cap, it's not that bad," Jack said.
"Well, I guess one drink won't hurt," I said.
set a few reales down on the counter, and the bartender slid a bottle of canine whiskey into my paws. Slowly, I twisted the cap off and brought the glass rim to my mouth. My eyes widened as the cold liquid ran down my throat.
"Oh, wow, that is actually good," I said.
"Yeah, see, I told you it wasn't that bad," Jack said.
Yeah, that really is good," I said with a smile.
Jack and Bay laughed with glee. Before I could stop myself, I had started to down a second bottle. By now, my vision started to become blurry, and I lost control of my paws. Jack was on his fourth bottle, and I, unfortunately, was on my third. Jack, Bay, and I all laughed with that drunk laugh.
Slowly, I raised the glass bottle to my trembling lips. I don't remember much after that. All I do remember is stumbling out of the pub and then staggering back to the ship and collapsing on the deck. I woke up the next morning to Skipper staring at me.
"Captain Zuma, you look like a washed-up codfish with fur," Skipper insulted.
I was lying on my back with a paw on my hurting head. Skipper sat next to me, smoking a pipe. I slowly rolled over onto my belly and took a good look at myself. My fur was all slathered with mud and grease.
"Ow, what happened to me?" I asked.
"Ha, you got yourself as drunk as a sailor and then crawled back to the ship through all that mud and mire," Skipper said, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"Oh, mutts, I knew I shouldn't have taken that drink. Ew, what a mess my fur is," I said.
"Worry about your fur later. You've got someone who wants to talk to you."
Skipper led me over to a table where a young pug sat talking with the rest of the crew.
"Captain, meet Bobby Pug. Bobby, meet Captain Zuma," Skipper said.
"How do you do, Captain, sir?" Bobby said.
"Nice to meet you, Bobby. What can I do for you today?" I asked.
Well, I heard somewhere that you are always looking for new volunteers for work, and I was wondering if you'd have a place for me," Bobby asked slyly.
"Oh, you want a job? Hmm, well, let's see. I guess we could use you at the whale tonguing station if you want," I said.
"Deal," Bobby said, shaking my paw.
I didn't know it at the time, but a serpent had just entered the water.
Uh oh, Black Fur's spy has been planted, what will happen next, find out next time on PAW Patrol: The Wellerman.