( Mr. Eames has, through luck and exercise and righteous perseverance, prevailed upon the wicked task of many a fool's incompetence, aye. He looks upon deckhands, and sees — and him, a second mate, sir, earned every stripe on the Queen Zanyra, strong may her sails flow — as all men should:
Cannon fodder.
But then, they give this particular morsel a mop, and he seems like a child learning the way of spoons, missing his mouth. And Mr. Eames, ain't one for gawking, him, but God's good and God's grand, and He posted Eames on deck, hands to his hips and staring, He knew what he gone done. What's Eames s'pposed to do, except at one point, gently, gently steer the mop in the general vicinity of an actual stain?
...and watch still, in the hands of yonder fool, miss target? )
scallywags
Cannon fodder.
But then, they give this particular morsel a mop, and he seems like a child learning the way of spoons, missing his mouth. And Mr. Eames, ain't one for gawking, him, but God's good and God's grand, and He posted Eames on deck, hands to his hips and staring, He knew what he gone done. What's Eames s'pposed to do, except at one point, gently, gently steer the mop in the general vicinity of an actual stain?
...and watch still, in the hands of yonder fool, miss target? )
'scuse me... ? Eyyy, 'scuse me, sir? You's been blind long, aye?