07.03.20. A cruise line offered Volunteer First Responders a four-day cruise for their work during the busy fire season. I never enter for such things because of the amount of fuss required. Their question in the application was why volunteers did such things. Anyway, being a NSWRFS volunteer I scored a berth, probably down in steerage near the chook pen and clacking bilge pump operated Pakistani stowaways. From my old sea-chest will be retrieved a crumpled Horatio Hornblower, Lord of the Admiralty uniform. It helps in the line up for grog. Sword, alas, already confiscated by local coppers while tearing up and down the main street lunging at the pine trees, parked cars and the bitter old hag at the post office. All this to say that Chaucer will be out of comms range for a couple of days. The midshippies at MM
are slack will take up the slack until the old, green-faced, swashbuckler returns with grand tales of plain and fancy frigging in the rigging!.