Bromfords of the Kollobita´´rtainnen - Part 19

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"Bromford"

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Bromford builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Bromford
In England's green and pleasant land

»Look! You can see him diving! His ugly skin is shining slimy green in the sunlight of this never-ending springtime. «

»Son of a Hollywood bitch«, Tummy, the cook, is cursing.

On the horizon I can see four or five windings of an enormous dark green body diving into and out of the calm, turquoise water. It is causing bigger waves in the distant that become merely ripples as they hit the side wall of the WaveEater. No sound is to be heard but a faint splashing and the inevitable screams of seagulls.

»What are we looking at? « I ask. »What kind of animal is that? Looks like a giant snake. «

»That is him«, the captain yells jumping up and down in excitement, »my archenemy, my nemesis. It is the greatest threat of the whole Kollobita´´rtainnen Sea. It's he who attacked us after we rowed away from the naked bunch and the dangerous blonde witch. And it's him who is after the Amber Heart of the Sea. «

»Some kind of worm? « the llama asks, also jumping up and down with all four legs to have a better view.

»See Sneezewort, the mighty Water Dragon! He costed me five of my men when he first attacked, swallowed them whole, that monstrous beast. «

Captain Hammock turns around and barks commands in Rilliam B. Wiker's face who is standing right in front of him.

»Number One! Man the posts! Set Sails! Let row the oars! This time he won't get away! This time we will catch the beast! «

»Captain«, the first mate tries to calm down the situation. »We don't have enough wind to set sails. «

»The lull«, Mr. Tummy adds. »Remember the lull? «

»And we don't have enough men to man the oars. The rest of the crew left the ship by the by-boats.

»Mutiny! That is mutiny! «

»It is more like desertion«, Mr. Wiker says quietly.

»So let the stowaways row! Or do you want me to jump overboard and push the WaveEater to its destination? «

Today is Tuesday, the 19th of December 2023.