Dear Diary,
There was a knock upon my cabin door this morning and I opened it to find a joyous Miss Dixon upon my threshold.
"Do you fancy a shag?" She tittered.
I must confess I was somewhat taken aback by her offer and was considering my reply when she held up a large, dead, black bird she had been concealing behind her back.
"I have never cooked one of these but I fancy it shall make a delicious pie," she exclaimed. "One of the sailors spied it upon the bowsprit and managed to seize it. I am to the galley now to prepare you a delicious repast. Come assist me?"
I declined and remained in my cabin to await her efforts.
I did feel some remorse for the creature that must have alighted to rest it's weary wings but it was quite delicious.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
1 comment:
Dear Wayne,
I would imagine that the occasion of a Cormorant flying to the ship would be a sign of land close by and should be taken as a sign of good luck. Perhaps Willow is not far off.
Cheers,
B.
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