The great escape (part 2)

Miss Basher awoke blinking, disoriented and still quite quite drunk. By 9 AM her breath could still concuss a whale, although this in itself was nothing remarkable. What *was* unusual was the choker round her neck, which she was quite sure she’d not seen prior. That a cast-iron chain was attached to this collar, she was even more certain, was out of the ordinary. And that she was attached by this chain to a brigand she knew not was undoubtedly a deviation from the norm.

Perfidious Pete introduced himself, explaining how he had won her in a bet; the news was ill received. But as he so reasonably conjectured, anyone sufficiently witless to wager their freedom on the turn of a card had only themself to blame – especially if they played with known cheats and liars. He gave her a handful of toenails to chew on and bade her to button it.

Evening came and night passed, and that was the last day of our incarceration - finally we were given leave to haul anchor. In desperate need of some bona fide shore leave, we thus made like any other band of drunks and philistines, and hit the West End.


Quartermaster
Perfidious Pete, The Norfolk Welsher
Likes: cruelty to choirboys
Dislikes: left-handed ticks