So, I was running low on groceries and was told "don't worry about going to the shops now, get on with the laundry, you can go tomorrow"... mmmmkay, 7am the next morning... CARY, we're leaving, pull up the anchor, "err, you said I could go shopping..." NO time for shopping HURRY, wind's picking up we're outta here, "but, I have no food to give the guests", "well, you SHOULDA gone yesterday"... ummm, uh?? Are you KIDDING me?!
Seriously, captain dumbdumb I NEED to go shopping.
FINE
We'll slow the boat down, drop the tender (in the MIDDLE of the ocean) , you're gonna jump in and head to the next port... it's about a 25 minute drive, you're gonna tie up (you know how to do a bowline RIGHT?!) and then you're gonna do the shopping, REALLY fast and then you're going to get back in the tender and drive to the next port and meet us there.
Um.
By myself?
Jesus will be with you.
Very funny.
No I'm serious, it's pretty rough out there. You DO have your powerboat licence right?
Yes, but
But WHAT, do you have it or not??
Yes, I have it.
Well, then what's your problem?
I'm scared.
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You're scared. Hahahaha, Ronnie she's scared.
Screw you guys, give me the keys I'm GOING.
Good girrrrl.
Well, it was extreme. I felt like James bloody Bond jumping into the tender with sea RAGING and the wind howling, it was so rough I nearly fell out a few times, I was petrified. It all seemed rather EXTREME, all that fuss just to pick up a fresh fish... seriously, why can't they just have a toasted bloody sandwhich?
