Salient. Victoria University Student Newspaper. Volume 33 No. 11. 22 July 1970
June 6, 1968
June 6, 1968
Probably something of a record, sailing under fourteen flags, and I only came aboard at Baffin Land last week to see if they had a bit of fresh meat for the dogs. I wonder if they'll like that lady's foot? I wish the lads hadn't smoked the cargo, though—I mean, a man waits all his life for his first command, been a professional Arctic hermit these seventy-six years past, you get your boat, and there's damn all in the hold except a packet of Rizla papers and a few rats with lung cancer. They're a nice crew, though; both of 'em. You'd think they'd been married twenty years, always gazing into one another's eyes, but it's only been a week. The old lady wouldn't marry 'em, which is why they ate her in the first place, even though there was plenty of Spaniard still in the fridge. She was a silly old fool, anyone could see they were in love, known one another over two years, never set foot off the boat, plenty of time to get to know one another. Perfectly natural. Nice girl, that Henri; if you go for ginger beards, that is. She'll make little Maurice a good wife, or I'm no judge of women.