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by on 08/10/2020 at 11:39
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Smoktober 07

As it turns out, ‘tis was not a crate of rum.
The old sailor’s wife is wise and stubborn.
No way she’d let his old silly of a husband
roams the seas alone, without her by his side.

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Il s’avéra que la caisse de rhum contenait autre chose
La femme du vieux marin est sage, mais aussi très obstinée.
Hors de question qu’elle laisse son vieux fou de mari
sillonner les mers seul, sans sa compagne à ses cotés.

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by on 08/10/2020 at 11:16
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Smoktober 06

As he boards his sloop, the old sailor takes a sad look at an empty dock.
There’s no one there. His wife didn’t come to say goodbye.
His pack’s full of pipes. His hold’s full of food. There’s also a heavy crate of rum.
With a sight, he raises the bridge and the anchor, ready to sail away.

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Embarquant à bord de son sloop, le vieux marin jette un coup d’oeil sur le quai vide.
Il n’y a personne pour lui dire au revoir. Même pas sa femme.
Son sac est plein de pipes. Ses cales pleins de provisions. il y a même un lourde caisse de rhum.
Soupirant, il lève l’ancre et la passerelle, prêt à prendre la mer.

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by on 06/10/2020 at 12:57
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Smoktober 05

This is a tough choice for the old sailor. Although he had now quit tobacco, he’s still smoking.
He can’t stay near his beloved wife, because she would be sick from the fumes.
So, he chooses to take his pipes and sail away to visit each place where he bought them.
Maybe he will find somewhere how to lift the curse…

He tells his beloved wife. She’s against. He insists. She wants to go with him.
No way! He wants her to say here, safe and sound. They argue all day.
Finally, she agrees to let him go. Under the sunset, they say goodbye to each other.
Once again, the sea awaits the old sailor…

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C’est un choix cornélien pour le vieux marin. Bien qu’il ait arrêté de fumer, il ne cesse de fumer.Il lui est impossible de rester près de sa douce et tendre, elle en deviendrait malade.Alors il décide de prendre ses pipes, de lever l’ancre et de se rendre en chaque endroit où il les a eu.Peut-être qu’il trouvera ainsi comment lever cette malédiction…
Il l’annonce à sa tendre épouse. Elle refuse. Il insiste. Elle veut l’accompagner.Pas question ! Il veut qu’elle reste ici, saine et sauve. Ils en discute toute la journée.Finalement, elle fini par céder, et sous le soleil couchant, ils se font leurs adieux.Une fois de plus, le vieux marin reprends la mer…

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by on 06/10/2020 at 12:23
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Smoktober 04

The next morning came. The old sailor was still smoking. It was not painful or anything but became quite bothersome.
He went and asked several physicians and good doctors. None could help, and all were baffled by his condition.
As the days flew away, the smoke got thicker. Maybe one of me pipes is cursed? he thought.
Yes, but… which one?

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Le matin suivant, le vieux marin fumait encore. Ce n’était pas douloureux mais devint plutôt gênant.
Il s’en alla voir plusieurs pratiquants et docteurs de renom. Aucun ne sus l’aider, et tous furent abasourdis par sa condition.
Plus les jours passaient, plus la fumée s’épaississait. L’une de ses pipes était peut-être maudite, se dit-il.
Oui mais voila… laquelle ?

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by on 06/10/2020 at 11:40
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Smoktober 03

One night his wife wakes him up. She’s quite angry, and she yells at him:
“I told you to stop smoking in the house! Especially in bed!”
But as soon as she makes some light the room, she become worried.
The old sailor was not smoking the pipe. He’s smoking… himself!
Thin trails of smoke were pouring from his ears, from his mouth and from his nose, dancing together as they reach the roof.
“What is happening my dear?” she said. “I really don’t know” he replied.

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Une nuit, sa femme le réveille. Elle n’est pas contente du tout et le lui fait savoir :“Je t’ai déjà dit de ne pas fumer dans la maison, et surtout pas au lit !"Mais dès qu’elle allume la lumière, sa colère laisse place à de l’inquiétude.Car le vieux marin ne fumait pas la pipe au lit. Il fumait… tout court !
De minces filets de fumée sortait de sa bouche, de ses oreilles et de son nez pour aller se perdre au plafond."Mais que t’arrive-t-il mon amour?” lui demanda-t-elle. “Je ne sais pas” lui répondit-il.
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