Saturday, October 24, 2009

On Our Return to Breaksea

On our return to Breaksea, Jimmy the Needle ripped down the osprey’s nest and the skeleton tree it straddled on the highest point of the island, for firewood.

There was a measuring cup and rum, as trade for Magennis and Bailey’s women.

There were the fresh carcasses of four breeding possums that Twertayan had gifted us alive a week ago.

There was spoilt Madeira from a lost cargo.

The sealers were ready for a spree.

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