From the logbook of the Skyra Brae
Leaving the Purser to procure the standard-issue supplies, I set off in the opposite direction to pursue the more elusive items on the supply list. I could not, for instance, send the Purser in search of ‘five pieces of antique lace’ or ‘coordinating plaids’. ‘Vegetables, unspecified’, is license enough for one trip.
I meant at first to procure turpentine or engine solvent to wash it off as soon as we left the area, but I do say it has grown on me. It reminds me at once of an old, old ocean, or a brand new summer’s night, when the moon is just risen through the ether. The bluest blue you’ve ever seen. But I suppose that’s neither here nor there. But I shall keep the paint until it wears off.
I should like to exult in detail over the spoils of my supply run, but as the miscreants aboard this vessel cannot keep their noses out of the log book, I shall restrain myself until after the festive season. Rest assured that the results of my handiwork are legion and wondrous to behold.
* The Italian coffee machine on board has consumed such unreasonable amounts of fuel of late that I curtailed our coffee intake until our grease monkey could requisition either the required substitute parts or a French pressing apparatus