Kate glared at me but I continued on.
“I hear Arch Bishop is offering a handsome ransom for the return of his bathing cutie.
I have even heard that some think The Mast and French Kris may be in it together.”
You could have gut the silence with a wife.
“That frigate bilge bat” Kate gargled, “running off with some soap-stained bit a pigskin!
Hoist yer shirttails, me panties, we’re off to save a damsel in disdress!”