"Well I dont know what happened !" said the captain with acute embarassment.
"I was out on the English Channel last night having a few bevvies with Maisie and Maureen, heading towards Cherbourg, and if the truth be known I may have had one too many, well you know how it is when yer frollicking with two voluptous women, as next thing I knew it was this very morning and here I was aground on Dover Beach. Well shiver me timbers with embarassment! I sat here for ages red faced, waiting for a crowd to gather. But not too many Dovorians came rushing to my aid as you can see. I guess they've seen eejits before!
What makes it worse is that Maisie and Maureen slept through it all, but have now just woken up demanding sausages, bacon, fried eggs, brown bread and tea. Heavens sake...I am harassed and put upon and on top of that I feel queesy. And speaking of brown bread, we could most definitely have been brown bread!! Have you seen the size o' that shipping out there!
Next thing now is to refloat myself on the rising tide and slip out of the harbour without anyone noticing!"
Been nice knowing you :)
