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Our Tale
It was a dark stormy night, this night in the lighthouse. Billy hadn't
rowed across to the bay for our supplies because of the waves and the
reef. '5 days now', Billy and I were beginning to feel the nag within our
stomachs. It was now midnight and the light was lit and all was well for
our duties. I yelled "Billy, get the oilskins out, we go a crabbing."
Billy and I loaded the dinghy with about 8 crab traps, a reel of line, and a
dozen orange marker floats. As we fought the waves and laid our line 'n
floats, the thought of a pot of fresh steamed crabs made my mouth
water. It was a good 2 hours by the time we finished dropping down
our last trap. and 'me arms were sore'. Billy began to row us back towards
the lighthouse as I bailed out buckets of that saltwater that kept us company in
our little dingy. I saw the first of the markers as Billy rowed the boat, and
felt that we might be awful lucky to have a crab so soon, but I thought 'what
the heck'. As Billy kept the dingy reasonably steady, I pull up the line and
checked the trap. Low and behold, the Sea was good to us, and 4 big crabs
were in the trap. I got them into the boat, re-baited and dropped the trap back
into the sea, and to the Lighthouse we went. Billy yelled with JOY, "Them
there are JOLLY GOOD TRAPS skipper. I said "Yes, JOLLYGOODTRAPS
Billy."
[the characters and lighthouse in this story
are not to be confused with anybody or anything in the real world.]
jollygoodtrap@shaw.ca
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