After a quiet night, Thomas appeared on deck at sunrise, already fortified by one of Bartleby’s excellent coffees. Master’s Mate Jameson had the M...rning Watch.“Good morning, Sir! Course south, sailing under tops’ls and t’gallants. The last log cast had us at four knots. Flagship is four cable lengths behind us, Sir.”“Very well, Mr. Jameson. Carry on!”“Aye-aye, Sir,” the man answered. Jameson had passed his lieutenant’s exam in Gibraltar and was waiting for a berth in a wardroom.Thomas nodded.. "Marion then moved to Joyce on the same couch and whispered in her ear,"Joyce, you will never guess, but Darren was really hitting on myhusband, Richard!"Joyce gasped out loud. "What?" she asked.Marion giggled, "Yes it's true, Renee is really Richard, my husband."Joyce had never met Richard before so she had no idea. At that thoughtJoyce and Marion both started to giggle together.Joyce started to riddle questions to Marion. "How? Why? Does he likeit? Does he go out with men?"Marion smiled. ... When I put my hand under the table, he took it and put it on his leg.... then, I just sort of let it wander up... to his dick. It's real hard, Rick, just like yours is right now!" She just smiled up at me, and went on. "I stroked it for a few minutes, and then I unzipped his pants and it popped right out! Before I knew it, my hand was wrapped around his hard, throbbing, naked cock, Rick, and it's a nice one!" I backed her into a quiet corner of the dance floor, and kissed her. She kissed me. But I'm not a witch. There's no such thing as witches." Really? You think so?" The little man puffed himself up. "Come here and look, then, smartass."He led her back to the fallen house, and pointed at one corner. Sticking out from under the house was a pair of legs, clad in a black skirt, wearing a pair of ruby slippers."That's the Wicked Witch of the East," he sighed. "And you killed her. That could either make you our National Hero, or..." he squared his shoulders. "Or if you are another.