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"Well skipper , what be your next move den, moit I suggest a world trip, Mea what would your thoughts be on dis particular subject," Drew mused.

"It's not for me to say Drew, as long as I'm on the 'Sea Slug', sailing,I don't really care, and the quicker we leave here the better, " Mea said referring to her state of mind, she still thought that the men that had Skull and skip worried the night before, may have been looking for her, unaware that the skipper and Drew were keeping her in the dark to stir her up a bit, and she ,in fact now had nothing to worry about.

Skip looked at Drew returning his knowing grin and was mischievously thinking of ways to extend her anxiety then said, " Well Mea, could you go to the slug and check the stores,make a long list 'cause we could be on the water for a couple of weeks,now don't say a word,just in case they have bugged the galley.Drew could you fill the water tank and fill'er up with deisel please? I gotta check on a couple of leads 'bout some cargo, then well know where we are to head, pack your kits up in case we have to leave early." With that skip rose from the dining table and left the pair giggling all the way out of the pub and off to find some cargo.He loved this side of his trading, the uncertainty of the next job,he was addicted to the thrill of pulling an idea from out of know where and making it pay from port to port,almost as addictive as his beloved ocean and the lifestyle it had provided. He was very lucky indeed, the cost of fuel increased, as this made his yacht viable once more, so, those who weren't fussed as to the time required to deliver,the skipper's was a far better option.

The skipper had a network of friends throughout the world from all of his wanderings,Trev was one of them, he was the Fisherman's Co-Op manager and was always first off the cab for skip. " Hey Skip ow ya doin me old prick wid ears!" trev said and gave skip a big hug and a boisterous hand shake. "Petty good deads...t,and your self?" "The cooks still on me case,same as normal.." and they both laughed as Trev guided him to his storage shed, knowing what skip wanted without asking and continued, "If you can fit all these in, they need to go to the oil rig near King Island,only light, but bulky,there's a heap or ropes 'n pulleys and work ware to be delivered, if your interested,or I've got some netting to go to go just up the coast a bit."

After summing up what was there the skipper offered to take both and added, "We'll be

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