The Ship

That, my friend, is no ordinary model of a ship.
Behold, The Magnificent Mechanism of Master Craftsman Blert!
What a fine galleon is it, rendered in miniature with the most exquisite rare woods, semi-precious stones, spun silks, and intricate gears.
It is not just an ornamental centerpiece, mind you. It is also highly functional.
Pull the anchor chain to play music.
The sails are endless self-cleaning napkins.
The cannon fire pepper, salt, or any number of spices for your meal.
Dip your fingers in the fingerbowl-hold to wash them… or is that the cigar-cutter?
Bow, stern. I get so confused.

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  1. The Ship
    By Jeff Hite

    “It was there and then it wasn’t I tell ya.”
    “Alright Gramps but was it there when you pulled the collision alarm?”
    “It was there, I might be old but I am not stupid.”
    “Well… So tell us about this ship you think you saw.”
    “It was pretty foggy.”
    “So maybe it wasn’t there?”
    “It was there! It was there, It has three masts.”
    “So a sailing rig?”
    “Exactly. It was moving slowly, only the main sail was up. But it was right in front of us. Then it wasn’t.”
    “Hmm sounds like a case for Scoby Doo to me.

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