The night air is crisp, a heavy mist desends around the good ship PBW and visibility of the Island has gone even though the ship[ is only 20 metres from the shore. The deck is being patrolled by the Hells Angels chicks who are carrying a shortened feather duster as protection (I guess ankle tickling could be effective)
The ship creaks on the still waters. the crew are all asleep except for our dear Cursed cruise Director, who senses that something is rotten in China but then realises that we are not in China but knows that something is wrong anyway.
a seemingly uneventful night passes by and the crew awake in the morning, mostly needing a shower, but settling for some rum and chocolate instead. meanwhile, as the crew indulge in their bounty of chocolate, the Captain is trying to find Phyl. Nowhere to be found, a ship wide search is conducted but alas, no Phyl.
Stay tuned, will the Captain lead a feather duster wielding crew to the Island where they expect to find Phyl? will we find out who Jim Scott really is? or will the crew decide that there will be more chocolate and rum for them without Phyl and mover on?
Laz
