Chained Page #3

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Well, maybe you're right.

From the hips, huh?

Yeah, but don't look like you've got gas pains.

Charming lady, after contemplating my rudeness I have come to...

Oh, I haven't finished.

Go ahead.

Dear lady, please don't disappear until you've...

Listen, what on earth convinced you that I...

It was the shipboard atmosphere, the freedom of the sea...

I've watched you, my friend, you've been annoying women long enough.

Why you...

No backtalk now. Steward, come here.

A half hour out and you want to play Jack the Ripper, ey?

Listen... I don't know who you are, my friend, but I don't want to see your

face on the deck again until you can act like a gentleman, do you understand?

Look, he... he...

Find out where this would be octopus' bunks so you can lock him up until he's sober.

Come along, sir, quickly now before I summon the officers...

You just wait.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice.

Thank you. I suppose he really was harmless.

Allow me. An Irish uncle named me Mike Bradley.

Well, good for him.

Thank you very much, Mr. Bradley.

Look here. Your nerves are probably all unstrung from the attack.

How about another cocktail?

No thanks. I've had my one cocktail for the evening.

Well, I'll see you at dinner then.

I'm dining in my room and turning in early.

Then I'll see you around tomorrow.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Scotch and soda.

Fine.

That deserves a drink, you cornfed Judas.

The same?

Yeah, the same.

What's the matter? Did the big rough sailorman hurt little Johnny?

Trying to put my head in the letter press.

Cost me five slugs to get out.

Don't be narrowminded. You were sleighted to be the villain right from the start.

Now she thinks I'm the hero.

Well one of us has got to make the grade, you see...

So you're the hero.

The water is warmer than it was yesterday.

Are you coming in tomorrow? Yeah! Sure.

Yey!

Yey yourself!

Yey!

And good morning.

Oh, good morning.

How's the water, warm?

It's awfully cold. I don't think you'd like it.

I'm not chasing you, really. I just turned up here like an old can of soup.

The ocean's full of them.

Or maybe I'm the polar brushman.

No brushes today.

How about a groom?

Couldn't use it.

Tooth brush?

Sir?

Nailbrush?

No.

Hairbrush?

Oh, go home will you?

I haven't any.

You haven't any what?

Sense.

I'm sure of it.

Then stop arguing.

I'm not arguing.

What's the matter?

I hope you choke.

You're doing pretty well at it. Here.

Unhand me!

Your eyes are very beautiful.

Stop.

Even when they're bloodshot.

Would you tell me what this is all about?

I don't know. But isn't it fun?

Yes.

Hey, look at me. I'm not such a boogeyman, am I? Just open, honest.

There's nothing striking about it but...

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