Thunk rolls up the fishing net. Neatly and heads on down to the aromas from below. After trying the fish sticks Thunk says, “Just like my Uncle Gorton used to make. Why are you calling the lad grim Quaid? Nuthin’ to be grim about. He cooks like he’s had some mighty fine learnin’ in the kitchen.”
“Uh, Quaid. Seems to me like we might be traveling in circles. I swear I’ve seen that set of waves before. You sure you’ve got this sailing stuff?”
Thunk rolls up the fishing net. Neatly and heads on down to the aromas from below. After trying the fish sticks Thunk says, “Just like my Uncle Gorton used to make. Why are you calling the lad grim Quaid? Nuthin’ to be grim about. He cooks like he’s had some mighty fine learnin’ in the kitchen.”
“Uh, Quaid. Seems to me like we might be traveling in circles. I swear I’ve seen that set of waves before. You sure you’ve got this sailing stuff?”
"Of course I'm sure. These fancy new ships practically sail themselves."