The gunner’s daughter

Said wench was so heavy with child I feared she’d be naught but burden. But with a fierce drunk on one side of me, and the vexatious ordinance of equal opportunities legislation on the other, I was indeed between the devil and the deep blue sea.

As if that wasn’t enough, she was the fighting sort – quick to temper and doggedly cold in revenge. No deck-swabber she. Not that I could I countenance such a career move, for only that yuletide morning had she appropriated our mop to stave in the skull of an excessively lively youth who had had the temerity to bid her glad tidings before she had lit her first pipe of the day.

Yet what some people may think of as a character flaw, I prefer to see as a strength *overdone*. There had to be a way to profit from this ruthlessness. If I couldn’t harness it for good, then at least I could give it some focus and direct it away from me.

I smiled warmly and welcomed on board the ship’s new facilities manager.

Within minutes her dastardly agenda was finalised and she was already researching stationery vendors.

Facilities manager
Skinhead Hellknuckles, The Five Fisted Romany
Likes: lechery
Dislikes: static caravans