"Ahoy, Boatswain Mogey!" Smush ahoyed, swinging the tiller slightly to starboard.
"Ahoy yourself, Third Mate Smush," Mogey said. "What news?"
"Scuttlebutt's been quiet," Smush replied.
"Do you mean scuttlebutt as in 'gossip,' or Scuttlebutte, the deckhand who is half crab-half aristocrat?"
"Actually I was referring to you, Boatswain. A few of the sailors have noticed that your rear end has gotten so large lately that you enter the galley sideways."
"Excuse m--" Mogey began, but Smush interrupted him by tacking the Lady McRib violently to port.
"Avast!" Third Mate Smush exclaimed, "there be the waterspout we've been looking for! It carries the distinct fragrance of purple gatorade, which can mean only one thing: It be Dale Lasertag, the extreme athlete humpback! He won't escape me this time, skateboard or no skateboard."
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