Well if you caught a crocodile you don’t stick your head in its gob do you? Finally he reached the fashlight and whacked her on the back of the head. “You’re beautiful,” I cooed. “Er,” I says. I tell you that debt were wiped out by tea time. Instead of wiping his dick on a rag like a normal human being he grabs the poor bitch a bit rough and forces her head down. Didn’t give a fuck really, Denzil were so racist he even hated folks from Devon let alone somewhere foreign. Finally he reached the fashlight and whacked her on the back of the head. “Mind the wheel mate,” I says and I goes down the fish hold, “Your mate just bit my mate’s cock off,” I says, “Her’s swum for it and I reckon you lot better follow quick smart.”
I left em to it, splash, splash, four splashes and a later tentative knock on the wheel house door, “I cannot swim.”
“Then fucking drown,” Denzil said, “Fucks sake.”
“How’s about I sell you a life jacket?”
