Another flat-bottom has hit the deck – smashed the nose of it. Oars, kit everywhere. Killed Bates. Don’t worry about the passengers, though – I had the lads drag the body away.
At this rate, though, we’re not going to have any lifeboats left and I, for one, would like to get off this tub if things get too spritzy. Know what I mean?
Who undid the safeties? Surely that’s like shooting fish in a barrel?
I’m both appalled and impressed by their inventiveness,