5235. FLAME SPEED BLOWOUT

FLAME SPEED BLOWOUT

Caution has another name, pickle-head. Go throw

it to your winds. I left the boat before the sinking

and never complained I was wet. How's by you?

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Here's the fictive  twist you wait for : it was never

my fiddle, not even my boat, and the captain was a

fake. I hired him in from the circus. So, now you know.

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But do you see, and do you understand : all this old

Navy crap for nothing  -  plebes and seamen, salutes

and silly caps. I'd rather we polished the guns and fired

off salutes. Pirates at heart, let's steal the thunder.

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This crate can't roll any faster, even with the winds

cooperating. We've reached now flame speed blowout;

with nothing to go to but down, every rivet and nail,

splitting a seam, popping a cork, slicing this rig in two.