I dropped my end of the coracle and sat down heavily on a sea-weed-covered rock.
"Pull yourself together Tuppy. We're not on a pointless mission. We're after a hoard of Spanish treasure, remember? Look - I've painted FANCY on the bowsprit, so that we can truly say that we're going where Fancy takes us!"
I smiled weakly. "Thanks for making the effort, Geoffrey."
Geoffrey blinked rapidly and preened himself. "I knew you'd like it. Perhaps as well as the treasure we'll get some of that orange wool off the indigenous sheep and get Mrs T-G to knit us jumpers when we get back. She's got a new Acme Knit-o-matic knitting machine and is knitting loads of stuff, all the time. Did you know that, Tuppy? Did you know about her new Acme Knit-o-matic knitting machine, and that she's knitting loads of stuff, all the time?"
"No I didn't. Stop babbling. Now think. Did you pack the blunderbuss? Because honestly I'm not going one step further if not. These orange sheep are cannibals, and in case you hadn't noticed, I'm One of Them. I don't want to end up simmering in a pot at Gas Mark 3, with a Knorr stock cube, a glass of red wine, a bay leaf, a sprig of thyme, two onions, a carrot and a third cousin twice removed."
"I think it's in the carpet bag under the extra gelignite. But more than likely you won't need it. I'm sure you'll be welcomed with open arms Tuppy. Come on now - the moon's up. Let's catch the tide."
