“Hmm -- Captain Sparrow is not someone who easily gives up his catch. And I doubt Bonaparte, or his men, will go back to captivity willingly or meek...ly. However, we will deal with that problem when it arises.”I was in the cabin I shared with Lieutenant Hunter, writing a letter to Annette-- which I hoped to put on an England-bound ship at Cape Town - when I heard the lookout cry “Sail Ho!”Over the last weeks we had come across several ships, and apart from exchanging news as the vessels passed. Decency ends when things become sexual. I have come to grips with the fact that I like younger boys. The oldest boy, Michael is 19. Older than me, but still pretty hot. The middle child is Alex. He’s fifteen, and he’s growing up to be quite the looker. The youngest is Dillon, and he’s only 11, but definitely already a hotty. The reason why them living there is a double-edged sword is that they’re all always outside, and always shirtless and barefoot. I guess it’s pretty important to mention. ”“So you get to walk down the red carpet and be on TV?”“Yes, and my date as well.”“How the other half does live,” he mused.I finished my drink, said goodbye to him and set off home, calling Kathy to give her the good news on the way. She squealed at the news. When she finished I told her I’d see her tomorrow at school, and carried on walking the mile back home.On Friday evening I turned up at Mike’s house at five forty five, ready to take Kathy to the cinema. Naturally she kept me waiting, but. Muffin the mule is just fine, although you don't see much of him nowadays, but shagging donkeys, no. What women see in donkeys is beyond me, but then I don't much like horses either, great smelly brutes that are as thick as two short planks and jolly dangerous. As Oscar said; dangerous at both ends, and uncomfortable in the middle. Curiously, although I've never been on a horse, I did fall off one once. I was only a young lad at the time, maybe fourteen or fifteen, when a girl of my.