Tag: SAilor
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Smoktober 09 So they sails to the next harbor, see Jimmy Maggle. He have a nice shop, called “Tobacco & finest pipes”Jimmy apologies. “I really don’t know about magic, dear client. But if you think this one’s cursed, please have a replacement.”You can’t argue with no charges, and Jimmy seems sincere.“Let’s ask the next one”…
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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. *** Il s’avéra que la caisse de rhum contenait autre choseLa femme du vieux marin est sage,…
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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…
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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…
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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?…
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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…
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Smoktober 02 He like to smoke so much he has a large collection of smoking pipes and apparels from all around the world.Some very simple, some incredibly complex. Some made from clay, other carved from wood and some cast from metal.This is not a very expensive collection, for he was not rich. Nonetheless, it’s a…
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One last time It’s the last docking of my Emeline. We traveled far and wide, together, but it’s no safe anymore. It hurts to see her suffer like that, to hear the hull’s cracking and the cough of the engine. I feel the rust’s slowly creeping underneath the paint like the disease underneath my skin.Lest…
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Dwarven sailor Good wind today, we may set sailTom’rrow with luck, tonight with sweatWe’ll hang on thigh and heavy-ho !With a bottl’o’rhum and Yo-ho-ho ! Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook by request