The sea-captain raised an eyebrow and said
“Tell him he can have
my own good name, a mouthful of eggs
all these receipts,
a window smudged with oil, a black cat, black tea, no
milk and a dead mackeral.
He can take this rounded off screw (no rust)
6p, in 2s
and this spoon shined hard with my spit – that’s it.”
I climbed back up the high sides of the ship
to our cabin, elated,
to tell you, finally, who was in charge.

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