With a surprising resemblence to the time a board of turnip-headed captains determined to rob me of the luxury of a commission and to return me to the cesspool of midshipmen, my c#%^ of a typist has denied me a story in favour of flinging me into this pit. I intend to make the best of it. I see young Snotty and Kennedy have already arrived. They
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