The ship was doomed and the crew knew it. Having to thread the Straits of Slagash during the winter typhoons was like....like...CRAP, thought Thalbane. WHEN ARE WE EVER GOING TO INVENT METAPHORS?
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The Chronicles of Thalbane: Part XXIII
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It was a dark and stormy night. The infrequent lightening strikes illuminated the rocks and shoals that lined the Straits of Slagash. Thalbane looked up at the remmants of the last spare sail. The only thing standing between the crew and a long swim home. Why was everything always purchased from the lowest bidder? It was nights like tonight that made him ponder his choice of the Navy over the Army.
Posted by GarandFan | April 2, 2008 7:40 PM
Posted on April 2, 2008 19:40
Thalbane would be better off if he invented the simile.
Posted by Craniac | April 3, 2008 5:35 PM
Posted on April 3, 2008 17:35