. a machine gun or two, but no cannon?” I asked to pin him down.“Not likely, mate,” interrupted one of the oldest of the male passengers. “The...shaells ahh too expenseeve and hahd t’ foind.”I didn’t speak Australian, but what he’d said sounded like the pirates wouldn’t normally have access to large caliber naval weaponry. Personal arms, yes, but not cannons, and thirty-meter boats would look like toys next to the enormous bulk of the freighter.“Then, why aren’t we going to turn around and get. I contacted Me. Peters and asked him to look at my desktop computer, I explained it wasnt working right and I wanted to look up some things. Mr Peters who had seen many times when his son and I went out agreed to come by and take a look. Mr. Peters arrived and I showed him my computer. he quickly involved himself and was clicking away. I up'd the ante by crushing up some pills I had heard about that give you a hard horny dick and I dissolved then in a glass of sunny D and brought it to Me. Carl, outlines the details again."I am from a race of beings, known as the Voorkaans, that live in the void between alternate realities. From time to time, we are given the opportunity to leave our realm and enter one of the many, almost infinite, realities that exist. We do so to learn and experience from other beings, and occasionally influence certain events for our entertainment. Ha ha ha..."Carl stops for a moment. You can't help but think that perhaps it (or is it he?) is reminiscing. “Or at least, I would've been!” he thought as he took a final look at the beautiful unsuspecting woman across the road. “What were yer doing up there?” his mate asked him once he had reached ground level. “Pervin' as usual, no doubt,” another said with a sneer, “You ain't gonna get one them fit birds, Terry, they ain't gonna be interested in a fat sod like you!” “Yeah, whatever!” Terry replied, pushing his mate good naturedly, “Like you're God's gift eh?” “We 'avin' a pint?” one of the others.