" Pfiu! And this is done, "grumbled Gargossa wiping their hands of whale bone on an indefinable brown pants. Before him, in the dry darkness of an attic, hung rows of slices of salted whale, Future Past the sailors of the boat and we are prepared to weather the long sea voyages adventurous crew. Gargossa had the onerous task of providing for the food supplies in times of stops, and the ranch during the crossings. It was his job to be loaded on board the exact quantity of barrels of water and grog; figure out how many boxes of crackers and pickled meat and fish need. Sometimes the accounts was not easy being on that wacky crew jumped often a fancy to change course.
"Look, there is an island that is not there .." jumped to say that Vedetta plucked and immediately the ship was heading there without a trace of hesitation
" Let's see, let's see .. The island is not now there is real .. "locusts sang those marine sailors who ammaindando a foresail, who dissolved a top port.
Gargossa shook his bushy head" Sooner or later we will leave the fins! "Returned to rumble down the narrow wooden stairs," How last-ending journey. I thought we could not have done, I thought. I thought all those islands do not end up the most, ended. Not to worry about water supplies, worry. I had to invent that colabrina there, I had to. "Gargossa gently placed his hand on a strange contraption, which was used to collect the dew of the night." Bella invention, "he murmured, smiling smugly.
"Hey, home, Mastro Gargossa!" the shrill voice of Takumi, the Watchtower, made him jump. "Strike a thousand barrels of rum, here are toothless old crow, crow!"
"A crow has always toothless even wings to fly!"
"The devil take you, Watchtower, have the longest tongue of a moray eel drowned, the language!"
"And you, the larger stomach of a humpback whale beached! Come pour me a drink, Mastro Gargossa!" laugh with her toothless the slim Vedetta jumped on a barrel of herring, and appolaiò there, watching from a distance seemed like a mangy raven on a pedestal. Mastro
Gargossa snorted, pulled out a dusty bottle from a cupboard lopsided then poured a drink for both.
"So, what's new port, then?"
"Still nothing. There are a couple of gigs in sight .." Takumi took a long sip of grog "aah! Old hippopotamus, which is always grog, not what you brought on board the last time! "
"Hmm .. what is it this time? I hope I do not jump to mind in a journey like no no .. I hope the last." Gargossa wiped his brow with a rag, then began to slice a piece of bacon.
"What is it, you still shake the gut for the hungry? Ah, ah, ah!"
"Hey, bad crow squawking you hear from three miles away!" doorway stepped forward a girl, to see how he was dressed in what looked like anything but a girl.
"Blessed is the black blood of Octopus Tigre! Little Raya?" the man jumped off the barrel and ran to embrace the newcomer.
"Hey hey .. daw tune, keep your claws off of my girl, keep ..." Gargossa actually laughed happily as a child, he knew what the two wanted to hear the good and they had a lack of the other in those years.
Gargossa furtively wiped away a tear, then with his big gruff voice exclaimed, "You two have yet, you purr like cats in love? Come on, it's time to eat, is now"
