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I was sailing along in my proud ship, HMS Bounty, doing as best I could for my King and Admiralty, in spite of my scurvy crew, and using all my knowledge of sailing and navigation, when one of you wenches sent me a copy of "THE WORLD IS FLAT."
Needless to say, when that fancy pants, Fletcher Christian, (although I suspect he may have been Jewish), got my copy of this book, and the surly spawn of the devil, started showing it to those slimey members of my maggoty crew, and they mutinied, saying "Here is proof, the world is flat."
A few of me loyal boys and I were placed in a small boat, with few provisions.
Thanks to all of you. I still believe the world is round; I mean isn't that what that Columbus guy proved back in 1492?
If you hadn't interfered, I'd still be sleeping in my nice, comfy bed.
Yours, etc.,
William Bligh, Captain
God Save The King!
Allo, Allo!
It's been a long time since those scurvy devils threw me, and me boys, into this "long-boat," which feels shorter every day. Gor' Blimey, I've been with this lice ridden gang so long, that I'm startin' ter tawk like 'em.
It's pretty lonely out here, I've no one ter share me feelin's with, except for young Palfringham, our Bosun's mate. Funny, I never knowed how cute he was, while we was all on board The Bounty. Ah, Well.
To keep ourselves amused, and our spirits up, the boys are going to put on a musical. I think it may be something about a dress. It's called something about a "Pinafore." Suprisingly, they still can sing, even though we are down to 2 ounces of water per day
for them. Naturally, because I have to command our little vessel, and direct the show, I get 2 quarts a day, but the little darlings understand, of course.
I had to have our lead Tenor flogged, two days ago, because he complained about this set up, but, I'm sure he, and the others, understood. Sadly, due to our fairly severe lack of space, the lads will be able ter sing, but the dance numbers must be held to a minimum.
Best close for now. That Bosun's mate is coming this way.
We may be in for some rough weather, which means our overloaded boat will ship water over the gunwales. We may have to ask for a few "volunteers" to go overboard, but they can hang on with ropes, till the storm passes. (Unless the sharks get them first. That Bosun's mate won't be one of them. Heh! Heh! Heh!)
Until my next chance ter write, or the Admiralty hangs you all, first,
Bill Bligh, Captain HMS Bounty, or something.
PS. I still hate that lousy book. I won't forget who gave it ter that scurvy dog. Oops! I think I'm feelin' a bit of the old Mal de Mer, and me in my finest uniform. Uh Oh! Not any more!
Aye, well tis seemin' like such a long time, since last we wrote. The seasons have turned a bit since our little boat was set adrift by those mutinous dogs, but we've all taken comfort in the knowledge that Fletcher and his "bully-boys" will be hung up ter doin' their final "jig," at the end of a rope.
Have got to go, as there are several of my men who need a good lashing, and I hate to miss the only entertainment we will have, for a while.
PS: we've sailed so long, that we did come to the Edge of the Earth, but due to my excellent seamanship, I was able to turn back, before we went over the edge. Stupid Columbus!
Yer's etc.,
Billy B.
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