x2. This is that damned curse thing, innit.
What the bloody--
I was just in--
But it's all--
And now I'm--
Where the hell am I, why the hell'm I on a boat, and can people please stop opening the bloody hold door so wide.
Or... at least knock before bargin' in. It's only common bloody decency, y'know.
(( Spike got WHOOSH'd onto the HSM Gloriana, instantly started sizzling up on the top deck, and is now cowering under his trenchcoat in the hold amongst crates of... whatever the heck the HSM Gloriana holds. :P ))