Talk:Put to Zee! 1/@comment-26128330-20150723192915/@comment-113.252.9.81-20150723210747

The treachery of sometimes
You swap tales with your shipmates late into the night, while the rum flows dark and the songs grow ever louder. "I don't know, captain," one confides blurrily. "The zee's got a sense o' yumour. You do the daftest thing, and sometimes it's the best thing." You know that when you're sober you won't believe her. So you write down as many suggestions as you can while they still make sense.

In the morning, your head throbs like a wounded anvil. You have written BINNACLE GATE on your hand. (Odd.) You have scratched the word NORTH on your desk. (Concise, if unhelpful.) You have daubed the address of a Spite bat-tanner on the topmost chart. (What?) But the fourth suggestion makes you suck your breath in with startled delight. Perhaps. Perhaps -