Well,' I shrug, all innocent, 'we all ride our little hobbyhorses, don't we, Mr. Peel?

Why did I follow her? If you must know, Sir, it was easy. Pound for pound, Puss-in-Boots was the best commander I ever served under.

Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have...yep.

Well,' I shrug, all innocent, 'we all ride our little hobbyhorses, don't we, Mr. Peel?

If I take a tumble, I'll mae quite a splash, but at least I won't smash against the deck and make a mess. Still be dead, though.

A girl what's born for hangin' ain't likely to be drowned.

The pants come down. Most look shamefaced, but tha Arthur McBride is not the least bit shy about showing off his equipment, oh no, he isn't. He grins in my direction. 'Not all that impressive, boyo