The Captain has had a very tiring day.
He patrolled the yard at 6am, as is his wont, then took a bus to Dover where he attended the Salty Old Sea Dog reunion and gave a speach on what he has done since leaving the navy.
The speach was rewarded with thunderous applause and the Capatin was awarded a lovely carraige clock for his mantlepiece at home.
He drank Rum, sang sea shantys and reminissed about Ports around the world and sighed fondly thinking about all those bitches around the world.
They watched a short film on depletion of the Tuna stocks and then went on a tour of an army destroyer.
A little bit tipsey, he caught the bus home and collapsed exhausted on the sofa, thinking happy thoughts and wagging his tail.
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