MAH - as we head towards the Cape HORN, all
ghosts will be welcome - including you.
But now as we cruise around the Cape, we
find ourselves entering another time warp.
Oh, my Gord, who is that devastating man
at the wheel (the liner has now become a
galleon with full sails) - golden beard,
tousled curls, MAH - do you not recognise him? See those tight fitting breeches and
that shirt, third button undone ... breeze
stirring those curls ... oh ... I am quite
undone myself ...I need to take a closer look.
No, MAH - you stay there! Sheeesh - this is
MY fantasy, ok?
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