Start of a transcript of To Sea in a Sieve A prequel to To Hell in a Hamper by J. J. Guest Release 1 / Serial number 231002 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) (Type "about" for credits and game information.) Identification number: //B65AE81F-9457-4793-973C-08871EED13CD// Interpreter version 2.1.2 / VM 3.1.2 / Library serial number 080126 Standard Rules version 3/120430 by Graham Nelson Assorted Text Generation version 5/150410 by Emily Short Measured Liquid version 6/201125 by Emily Short Dishes version 2 by Emily Short Volumetric Limiter version 2 by Daniel Gaskell Conversational Defaults version 2 by Eric Eve Conversation Responses version 6 by Eric Eve Scheduled Activities version 10 by John Clemens Conversation Framework version 12 by Eric Eve Epistemology version 9 by Eric Eve >bail I begin to bail with a will, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy, bail away!" says the Captain. "There'll be no need to pitch me plunder into the briny deep, damn ye!" >i I am carrying: an empty wooden bucket >bil That's not a verb I recognise. >bail I begin to bail with all my might, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy ? aye, bail her out!" says the Captain. "'Twill all ha' been worthwhile when we'm rescued, ye'll see!" >hit captain with bucket The empty wooden bucket would not make a very effective weapon. >bail I begin to bail with a will, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy, bail away!" says the Captain. "An' keep on bailin' till we'm rescued, burn an' blast yer bones!" >x plunder I try to steal a glance at the pile of treasure, but the Captain blocks my view. "Back to work, curse ye," he growls, "or I'll blow out yer brains, so help me!" >x captain Captain Rupert Booby is a large, ungainly figure. His black hair hangs in sodden tresses down his back, and his gimlet eyes seem to follow me about. He is dressed in a long, black coat, striped pantaloons and buccaneer boots. On his head sits a shapely felt hat, trimmed with a plume. A sailcloth bag is slung from his shoulder by a leather strap. Captain Booby stands between myself and his pile of treasure. The Captain's flintlock pistol is levelled at my chest. At this range, not even he could miss... >x sailcloth bag A sailcloth bag, waterproofed with tar and suspended from the Captain's shoulder by a leather strap. >x pistol An old flintlock, with a wide flange around the pan and no cover on the lock. The pan is primed, and the muzzle pointed straight at me. >bail I begin to bail with all my might, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy ? aye, bail her out!" says the Captain. "There'll be no need to pitch me plunder into the briny deep, confound ye!" >duck That's not a verb I recognise. >kick captain Kicking people is not notably useful, particularly when one is barefoot. >grab pistol That's not a verb I recognise. >take pistol I dare not try ? not while Captain Booby is armed! >take bag I dare not try ? not while Captain Booby is armed! >bail I begin to bail as fast as I might, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy ? bail, an' lively now!" says the Captain. "'Twill all ha' been worthwhile when we'm rescued, ye'll see!" >put bucket in hole 'Tis no use trying to plug the shot-hole ? my only hope is to unburden the jolly boat of Captain Booby's weighty treasures. >throw treasure overboard (first taking the pile of treasure) I cannot get near it, for the Captain is armed and blocking my way! >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sea is all aglitter with the merciless Caribbean sun, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... Captain Booby stands between myself and his pile of treasure. The Captain's flintlock pistol is levelled at my chest. At this range, not even he could miss... >bail I begin to bail with a will, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy ? aye, bail her out!" says the Captain. "An' keep on bailin' till we'm rescued, damn ye!" >throw water on captain (the empty wooden bucket on Captain Booby) But the bucket is empty! >fill bucket I fill the wooden bucket up with seawater from the bilges. >throw water on captain (the wooden bucket of seawater on Captain Booby) I slosh the seawater over Captain Booby, soaking him and wetting the powder in his pistol. Enraged, the Captain pulls the trigger, but the gun merely clicks. He charges towards me with murder in his eyes, but trips over the midship thwart and plunges headlong into the bilge water. His useless pistol sails over my head and lands with a plop in the ocean. Booby's pile of plunder now lies undefended before me. Its divers contents include a ten-pound pearl, an oak barrel, a brass cage, a hurdy-gurdy, a bar of silver, a pineapple, a silver framed Venetian hand mirror, an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant) and a bottle of rum. I scan the pile for something to use as a shot-plug, but there is nothing suitable. I am left with no choice but to throw the whole lot overboard. >bail I begin to bail as fast as I might, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy, bail away!" says the Captain. "We'll be rescued soon enough, ye'll see, or I'm a kippered herring!" The Captain stumbles to his feet, rocking the boat something horribly as he clutches at the gunwales for support. Wheezily he wins to verticality at last, muttering salty imprecations 'neath his breath. >throw pineapple overboard (first taking the pineapple) As I reach for the pineapple, one of the plant's serpent-like vines whips out, missing me by inches! I hurl the pineapple as far as I can. It lands with a splosh in the ocean. "Arr, not me pineapple!" says the Captain, woefully. "I had me a fancy to make a lovely canapé ? pineapple and hunks o' cheese, served up on the spines of a porpentine. Ye've set haute cuisine back centuries, damn ye!" Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only two minutes. The Captain sits himself carelessly down in the stern-sheets, landing so heavily that seawater ships over the gunwales. "Captain, I think ye'd be better o'er here," says I, "for we must needs trim the boat." "Oh, and ye'd like that, wouldn't ye, Master Petibon?" snarls the Captain. "Me o'er there and out o' your way, whiles ye bide at this end, merry as any grig, tossing all me hard-won treasures o'erboard!" >take mirror As I reach for the silver framed Venetian hand mirror, the monstrous potted plant lashes out with one of its spiny tendrils, but I duck just in time! I now have the mirror. "Unhand that mirror," cries Captain Booby, "or I'll tip ye the black spot, says I!" >shine mirror at captain I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes, and in doing so drops his silver snuffbox. It falls unnoticed to the floor. >take snuffbox As I reach for the silver snuffbox, a serpent-like vine whips out from the monstrous potted plant and wraps about me in coil after coil! "Aargh, it's got ye now, lad!" says the Captain. "'Twas nice knowin' ye, but yer goose be cooked now, dammee, for no one escapes the clutches o' the dreaded Yateveo tree!" >l Jolly Boat (entangled in spiny tendrils) This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sea is all aglitter with the merciless Caribbean sun, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a silver snuffbox, a ten-pound pearl, an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a hurdy-gurdy, a bar of silver, an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant) and a bottle of rum. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, picking absently at the frayed cuff of his overcoat. Captain Booby picks up the hurdy-gurdy. The Yateveo tree hath secured me by the ankles w' one o' its spiny tendrils! Inch by inch, it drags me e'er closer to its ravening maw... >i I am carrying: a silver framed Venetian hand mirror an empty wooden bucket I am now but a scant few inches from the ravening maw of the Yateveo tree, a spiny tendril dragging me e'er nearer! If I cannot get free, I am doomed! >shine mirror at yataveo I can see no such thing. >shine mirror at yateveo I cannot, for I am entangled in spiny tendrils. The nauseating reek of rotting flesh assails me as the Yateveo tree drags me towards its horrible maw. Only by immediate action can I save myself from certain doom! "Arrr, ye disappoint me, lad!" says the Captain. "I'd o' thought ye'd at least o' put up a struggle!" >struggle Years of wriggling free of the law have made me a somewhat lissom youth, and with some effort, I manage at last to struggle free of the plant's serpent-like grip. The monstrous vegetable quivers all over, as though expressing frustration or rage, and hisses once again that sinister refrain; "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" ? "I see you! I see you!" >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. The sea is all aglitter with the merciless Caribbean sun, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a silver snuffbox, a ten-pound pearl, an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver, an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant) and a bottle of rum. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, playing his hurdy-gurdy as he sings a shanty. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >shine mirror at plant I angle the mirror to reflect the sun at the monstrous potted plant. This has no appreciable effect on it. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >take snuffbox I now have the snuffbox. "Put that back where ye found it," exclaims Captain Booby, "or I'll feed ye to the sharks, wi' a wannion!" >i I am carrying: a silver snuffbox (closed) a silver framed Venetian hand mirror an empty wooden bucket The Captain turns mortal white as the water comes up to his waist. "We'm done for!" he cries. "Ha' done with your fleering folly and bail, damn ye, bail!" >bail I begin to bail with all my might, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "Call me dogsbody, but that were close, boy!" screams Booby. "The waters were up to me waist, so they were. Be a bit quicker about it next time, I bid ye!" "'Tis tiring work, sir! You might try it yourself, once in a while. Especially," I add, darkly, "if ye want to save any o' these trinkets o' your'n." The Captain considers this for a moment. "'Tis share an' share alike i' the Brotherhood. These treasures be your'n as well as mine," he says at last. "But I'll tell ye what we'll do, lad. We'll weevil for it, that we will! The loser takes the bucket, and the responsibility o' bailin' out. The winner takes his ease." Weeviling was a way of drawing lots on board the Queen Mab. It was used to settle disputes between two parties. The first crewman would take a ship's biscuit and tap out a weevil. The second crewman would take the same biscuit and do likewise. Whoever tapped out the smaller weevil won the lot, since e'en on board a pyrate ship, you must always choose the lesser of two weevils. The Captain, making use of his quizzing-glass, would adjudicate, and his judgment was law. "You go first, lad!" says the Captain, handing me the ship's biscuit. The Captain waits patiently for me to tap out a weevil. >x glas I can see no such thing. >x glass I can't see any such thing. "Go on, boy ? tap the biscuit!" says the Captain. "'Tis generous offer I be makin' ye, for bailin' out ain't captain's work, d'ye see?" >tap weevil I tap the biscuit against the midship thwart, and a weevil drops out. "Aar, 'tis a main small 'un, to be certain," says the Captain, peering at it. "Now, let me see if I can't do better." He takes the biscuit from me and taps it against the thwart. A second weevil drops out beside the first. The first weevil is smaller, making it the lesser of two weevils. "You win, fair and square," says the Captain, and he takes the bucket from me. "I'll bail alright, an' heartily, you'll see, for I ain't never the man for to shirk a dooty. Howbeit, not a whit more o' me plunder will ye toss o'erboard, by th' powers, or the deal's off, d'ye hear?" >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sea is all aglitter with the merciless Caribbean sun, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a ten-pound pearl, an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver, an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant) and a bottle of rum. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, playing his hurdy-gurdy as he sings a shanty. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and an evil-looking ship's biscuit. On the midship thwart are two weevils, one smaller than the other (a second weevil and a first weevil). >take both weevils One thing at a time, if ye please! >x cage A heavy cage made of brass ? wood would never do! An ornery looking North American beaver glares at me through the bars. The two weevils scurry away into a cranny and disappear. >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >take weevil Which do you mean, the second weevil or the first weevil? >first The first weevil takes fright and scurries away into a cranny. The second weevil scurries away into a chink and disappears. >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >take first weevil The first weevil takes fright and scurries away into a nook. The second weevil scurries away into a cranny and disappears. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sea is all aglitter with the merciless Caribbean sun, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a ten-pound pearl, an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver, an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant) and a bottle of rum. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, playing his hurdy-gurdy as he sings a shanty. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and an evil-looking ship's biscuit. >open barrel I lack the necessary tools to remove the top two hoops from the barrel. 'Twould take considerable force to open it without so doing. Captain Booby goes to pick up the bottle, but a whip-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, missing him by a whisker, and he thinks better of it. >x plant A curious looking plant, having a thick, bulbous trunk surrounded by dozens of spiny tendrils that writhe in the air like serpents in angry discussion. From time to time these tendrils dart out, as though striking at some imaginary foe. At the top of the trunk, betwixt these tentacle-like stems, gapes a hellish maw ? fringed with tooth-like spines! On the pot is an East India Company shipping label which reads "Specimen #476, Attn: Carl Linnaeus, C/o George Clifford III, Hartekamp." >bail (first taking the empty wooden bucket) I snatch the empty wooden bucket from the Captain's grasp. "Aargh, so ye wants to bail after all, do ye? Well fair enough, says I. 'Tis no work for a captain, anyhow." I begin to bail with a will, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy ? bail, an' lay yer back into it!" says the Captain. "'Twill all ha' been worthwhile when we'm rescued, ye'll see!" The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. The sea is all aglitter with the merciless Caribbean sun, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a ten-pound pearl, an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver, an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant) and a bottle of rum. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, playing his hurdy-gurdy as he sings a shanty. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and an evil-looking ship's biscuit. >x biscuit Old Lamentation Bangs used to tell the tale of how his life was saved when a piece of hard-tack, just such as this ? the which was tucked into his vest pocket ? stopped a bullet. Howbeit, he also claimed to have eaten one once, so you can't believe every tale you hear on board a pyrate ship. >x cage A heavy cage made of brass ? wood would never do! An ornery looking North American beaver glares at me through the bars. >open cage I've heard tell these critters can fell a tree in five minutes flat. I am certain that so rapacious an animal would make short work of our poor jolly boat! The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >x silver Which do you mean, the bar of silver, the silver snuffbox or the silver framed Venetian hand mirror? >snuffbox A silver snuffbox, studded with brilliants. It is closed. >open snuffbox I open the silver snuffbox of snuff, which is almost full of snuff. >x snuff A silver snuffbox, studded with brilliants. The silver snuffbox is almost full of snuff. ('Tis a piquant, reddish-brown powder.) >throw snuff at plant There is naught to be gained by covering the monstrous potted plant with snuff. >x pearl An enormous pearl, weighing about ten pounds. The Captain intends it to be a gift for Sally, a "mermaid" he once fell in love with whilst we were stranded in the Florida mangroves at low tide. Nobody had the heart to tell him she was actually a sea-cow. >x silver Which do you mean, the bar of silver, the silver snuffbox of snuff or the silver framed Venetian hand mirror? >bar A silver bar, bearing the hallmark of Gerrit van Driel and weighing one mark, or roughly five pounds. >x mirror A Venetian looking glass with a silver frame. I accidentally reflect the sun into my eyes, momentarily dazzling me! "Serves ye right, ye glass-gazing coxcomb!" says the Captain, roaring with laughter. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x rum A squat gallon bottle made from dark glass. The bottle is almost full of rum. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >take rum As I reach for the bottle of rum, the monstrous potted plant lashes out with one of its spiny tendrils, catching me a glancing blow on the leg! I step back smartly, out of its reach. Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. "Aaargh, me back!" cries the Captain, wincing. "Blast my eyes, but it's no fun gettin' old, boy!" >x rum A squat gallon bottle made from dark glass. The bottle is almost full of rum. >pour rum on plant (first opening the bottle) I pull the cork from the bottle of rum with my teeth. I douse the monstrous potted plant with rum, leaving the bottle empty. "What a waste o' rum!" cries the Captain. "Plants got no taste for it." >x plant A curious looking plant, having a thick, bulbous trunk surrounded by dozens of spiny tendrils that writhe in the air like serpents in angry discussion. From time to time these tendrils dart out, as though striking at some imaginary foe. At the top of the trunk, betwixt these tentacle-like stems, gapes a hellish maw ? fringed with tooth-like spines! On the pot is an East India Company shipping label which reads "Specimen #476, Attn: Carl Linnaeus, C/o George Clifford III, Hartekamp." The Captain goes to pick up the bar of silver, but a serpent-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek. He steps back, sharpish. >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >i I am carrying: a silver snuffbox of snuff a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >ndo That's not a verb I recognise. >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >i I am carrying: a silver snuffbox of snuff a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >take rum As I reach for the bottle of rum, a spiny tendril whips out from the monstrous potted plant and fastens upon me in sudden coils! "That vegetable's got ye fouled, right enough," says the Captain, shaking his head. "I'd cut ye free, but I'd get all snarled up meself, like as not, an' then where'd we be? Nay, discretion's the best part o' valour, lad, an' there's an end on it." The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >struggle My years as a Billingsgate pickpocket have made me rather nimble, and with considerable effort, I manage at last to struggle free of the plant's serpent-like grip. The monstrous vegetable quivers all over, as though expressing frustration or rage, and hisses once again that sinister refrain; "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" ? "I see you! I see you!" >take rum As I reach for the bottle of rum, one of the plant's serpent-like vines whips out, missing me by inches! I now have the bottle of rum. "That's it, lad! Have a dash o' rum!" says the Captain. "'Twill fortify ye for bailin' out, that it will!" >i I am carrying: a stoppered bottle of rum a silver snuffbox of snuff a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >take cork I pull the cork from the bottle of rum with my teeth. >put cork in hole The cork is much too large to fit in the knothole. Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >give rum to captain Nay ? I might never get it back again! >x silver Which do you mean, the bar of silver, the silver snuffbox of snuff or the silver framed Venetian hand mirror? >x pearl An enormous pearl, weighing about ten pounds. The Captain intends it to be a gift for Sally, a "mermaid" he once fell in love with whilst we were stranded in the Florida mangroves at low tide. Nobody had the heart to tell him she was actually a sea-cow. >take pearl I now have the ten-pound pearl. "Give that t' me, d'ye hear?" growls the Captain. "'Tis to be a gift for my dear Sally. A fine weddin' ring it'll make for her dainty finger, so it will." >throw pearl at captain I lack the nerve when it comes to the crucial moment. >throw pearl overboard I hurl the prodigious pearl far out into the sea. It lands with a plop and vanishes from sight. "No, not me ten-pound pearl, damn ye!" cries the Captain. "Not dear Sally's weddin' ring! I'd have asked ye to be me groomsman, but ye can fergit that now, ye crawling clodpoll! Ye'll be lucky if'n I invites ye to the after-party." Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around ten minutes. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. In all directions lie the sun-smitten waters of the Carribean, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, playing his hurdy-gurdy as he sings a shanty. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and an evil-looking ship's biscuit. The Captain goes to pick up the brass cage, but a serpent-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, striking him on the buttock. He steps back, sharpish. >x fins Sharks they be, awaiting the main chance! These watchful monsters wind lazily back and forth ? or else rest motionless on the water, as if listening to our voices ? and thirsting for our blood! The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x bag A sailcloth bag, waterproofed with tar and suspended from the Captain's shoulder by a leather strap. >take bag I try to pull the bag from the Captain's shoulder, but he grabs ahold of the strap. "Leave me bag alone, ye clam-brained codfish!" he growls. >take hat I quail at the very idea of removing the Captain's hat. He would never be parted from it ? lest his life depended on it! >x captain Captain Rupert Booby is a large, ungainly figure. His black hair hangs in sodden tresses down his back, and his gimlet eyes seem to follow me about. He is dressed in a long, black coat, striped pantaloons and buccaneer boots. On his head sits a shapely felt hat, trimmed with a plume. A sailcloth bag is slung from his shoulder by a leather strap. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, playing his hurdy-gurdy as he sings a shanty. >x hurdy-gurdy The beggar's lyre they call it; a string instrument with crank and keys. The strings are made of cat-gut, so I've heard, and accordingly, it sounds just the way a cat might sound if ye gutted it. There is a maker's label on the inside. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >blow snuff at beaver I only understood you as far as wanting to blow the silver snuffbox of snuff. >put snuff on beaver The brass cage isn't open. >light snuff How? (Try LIGHTing the snuffbox WITH something) Captain Booby goes to pick up the bar of silver, but a whip-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek, and he thinks better of it. >i I am carrying: a cork a bottle of rum a silver snuffbox of snuff a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >light snuff with mirror I have nothing with which to start a fire. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. In all directions lie the sun-smitten waters of the Carribean, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, playing his hurdy-gurdy as he sings a shanty. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and an evil-looking ship's biscuit. >x stern The stern-sheets are the after part of an open boat, normally occupied by the person in command. >x hole I can see naught but darkness through the knothole, but poking my finger within reveals a rough, hard surface just inside the barrel. >x barrel An old oak barrel, containing the Devil knows what. The barrel is sealed, but there is a small empty knothole in the head. I can see naught but darkness through the knothole, but poking my finger within reveals a rough, hard surface just inside the barrel. >shine mirror in knothole I only understood you as far as wanting to shine the silver framed Venetian hand mirror. >shine mirror at knothole I use the mirror to reflect the sun's light at the empty knothole, making it appear brighter. >look in hole The empty knothole doesn't contain even a trace of liquid. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >pour alcohol on barrel I can see no such thing. >pour rum on barrel I can't pour liquids into the oak barrel. >i I am carrying: a cork a bottle of rum a silver snuffbox of snuff a silver framed Venetian hand mirror Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. >shine mirror at beaver I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the beaver's eyes. Beavers have weak eyes, or so I've heard, and the sun's fierce rays render the poor creature quite helpless for a moment. >open cage I've heard tell these critters can fell a tree in five minutes flat. I am certain that so rapacious an animal would make short work of our poor jolly boat! The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >pet beaver That's not a verb I recognise. >pat beaver That's not a verb I recognise. >shine mirror at captain I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. >take bag I try to pull the bag from the Captain's shoulder, but he grabs ahold of the strap. >take bag I try to pull the bag from the Captain's shoulder, but he grabs ahold of the strap. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. In all directions lie the sun-smitten waters of the Carribean, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, playing his hurdy-gurdy as he sings a shanty. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and an evil-looking ship's biscuit. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >shine mirror at captain I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. >take hurdy gurdy After a brief struggle, I manage to wrest the hurdy-gurdy from the Captain's grip. "Unhand that hurdy-gurdy," cries Captain Booby, "or I'll tickle yer winkles wi' an oyster-knife, so I will!" >x hurdy gurdy The beggar's lyre they call it; a string instrument with crank and keys. The strings are made of cat-gut, so I've heard, and accordingly, it sounds just the way a cat might sound if ye gutted it. There is a maker's label on the inside. >x label Which do you mean, the shipping label or the maker's label? >maker's The label reads "Antonius Stradiuarius Cremonensis Faciebat Anno 1700". >x shipping An East India Company shipping label, on which is written: "Specimen #476, Attn: Carl Linnaeus, C/o George Clifford III, Hartekamp." The names mean nothing to me. >take strings I can see no such thing. >unstring hurdy gurdy That's not a verb I recognise. >x strings I can see no such thing. >x crank I can see no such thing. >hit captain with hurdy gurdy The Stradivarius hurdy-gurdy would not make a very effective weapon. >i I am carrying: a Stradivarius hurdy-gurdy a cork a bottle of rum a silver snuffbox of snuff a silver framed Venetian hand mirror The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >hit plant with stradivarius I can see no such thing. >hit plant with hurdy gurdy The Stradivarius hurdy-gurdy would not make a very effective weapon. >play hurdy gurdy The only crewmember who could play worth a damn was old Lamentation Bangs, the one-eyed ship's cook, now gone to the bottom of the ocean with the rest of 'em. Howbeit, I can but do my best. The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "I thinks I sees what ye're goin' for there boy ? 'tis neither linear nor non-linear, so it ain't ? but whate'er it is, 'tis awful." >g The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "Ye be liberatin' sound beyond all tradition, so ye are ? and I wish ye'd stop it." >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, watching me closely. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and an evil-looking ship's biscuit. >shine mirror at booby I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >take biscuit I snatch the evil-looking ship's biscuit from the Captain's grasp. "Take your thieving paws off me evil-looking ship's biscuit," says Booby, "or I'll cut ye into gobbets, wi' a curse!" >pour rum on biscuit I can't pour liquids into the evil-looking ship's biscuit. >x biscuit Old Lamentation Bangs used to tell the tale of how his life was saved when a piece of hard-tack, just such as this ? the which was tucked into his vest pocket ? stopped a bullet. Howbeit, he also claimed to have eaten one once, so you can't believe every tale you hear on board a pyrate ship. The Captain goes to pick up the brass cage, but a serpent-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, striking him on the buttock. He steps back, sharpish. >throw biscuit at plant The plant catches the evil-looking ship's biscuit in one of its spiny tendrils and lobs it straight back at me with wonderful sagacity. I duck in time, and the evil-looking ship's biscuit lands with a splosh in the bilges. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >i I am carrying: an evil-looking ship's biscuit a Stradivarius hurdy-gurdy a cork a bottle of rum a silver snuffbox of snuff a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >knock biscuit That's not a verb I recognise. >knock weevil That's not a verb I recognise. >shake biscuit I wave the evil-looking ship's biscuit. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a bar of silver and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, eyeing me suspiciously. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket. >x chest A heavy, iron-bound sea-chest, somewhat battered from rough usage. The old sea-chest is closed, and there is a monstrous potted plant on top. >x barrel An old oak barrel, containing the Devil knows what. The barrel is sealed, but there is a small empty knothole in the head. I can see naught but darkness through the knothole, but poking my finger within reveals a rough, hard surface just inside the barrel. >pour rum in the knot I can see no point in pouring rum into the knothole. Captain Booby goes to pick up the brass cage, but a whip-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, missing him by a whisker, and he thinks better of it. >soak biscuit with rum I can't soak anything with the evil-looking ship's biscuit. >soak rum in biscuit I didn't understand that sentence. >i I am carrying: an evil-looking ship's biscuit a Stradivarius hurdy-gurdy a cork a bottle of rum a silver snuffbox of snuff a silver framed Venetian hand mirror The Captain turns mortal white as the water comes up to his waist. "Bail, boy!" he cries. "An' bustle to 't, d'ye hear? We'm foundering!" The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >x cork I see nothing special about the cork. >x bottle A squat gallon bottle made from dark glass. The bottle is almost full of rum. Captain Booby picks up the bar of silver. >x silver Which do you mean, the bar of silver, the silver snuffbox of snuff or the silver framed Venetian hand mirror? >bar A silver bar, bearing the hallmark of Gerrit van Driel and weighing one mark, or roughly five pounds. >x captain Captain Rupert Booby is a large, ungainly figure. His black hair hangs in sodden tresses down his back, and his gimlet eyes seem to follow me about. He is dressed in a long, black coat, striped pantaloons and buccaneer boots. On his head sits a shapely felt hat, trimmed with a plume. A sailcloth bag is slung from his shoulder by a leather strap. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, examining the silver bar through his quizzing-glass. >x quizzing-glass I can't see any such thing. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x stern-sheets The stern-sheets are the after part of an open boat, normally occupied by the person in command. >x quizzing glass I can't see any such thing. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x coat Booby's shabby garments were once things of splendour. His wide-skirted, black velvet coat, be-laced and gold-braided, is now stained with salt and covered with patches. It hath two pockets, left and right. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x pockets You can't use multiple objects with that verb. >x pocket Which do you mean, the Captain's left-hand coat pocket or the Captain's right-hand coat pocket? >left I surreptitiously sneak a look inside the Captain's left-hand coat pocket. It is empty. >x right pocket I surreptitiously sneak a look inside the Captain's right-hand coat pocket. It contains a pocketknife (folded up) and the Captain's quizzing-glass. >shine mirror at captain I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. >take knife I was, before I stowed away to sea and fell in with pyrates, a Billingsgate pick-pocket, and I have not lost none of my skill! I sneak the pocketknife (folded up) from inside the Captain's right-hand coat pocket. >g I already have that. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >shine mirror at captain I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >take quizzing glass I sneak the Captain's quizzing-glass from inside the Captain's right-hand coat pocket. >x galss I can see no such thing. >x glass 'Tis a single magnifying lens, mounted upon a handle. The Captain uses it to peer disdainfully at anything that does not meet his niminy-piminy standards. >x knife A small pocketknife. Its silver handle is wrought into the shape of a mermaid in languorous pose. The pocketknife is folded away. >x barrel An old oak barrel, containing the Devil knows what. The barrel is sealed, but there is a small empty knothole in the head. I can see naught but darkness through the knothole, but poking my finger within reveals a rough, hard surface just inside the barrel. >open barrel with knife That doesn't seem to be something I can unlock. >open barrel I lack the necessary tools to remove the top two hoops from the barrel. 'Twould take considerable force to open it without so doing. >cut hoops with knife (first unfolding the pocketknife) The pocketknife (unfolded) is not very effective against the hoops. >x hoops Strong metal hoops that bind the staves together. >shine mirror at captain I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. >stab captain (with the pocketknife (unfolded)) The Captain has tried my patience almost beyond enduring, but for all his threats and bluster he's a heart in him as soft as the belly of an eel when it comes to me, and I cannot make an end of him. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x hoops Strong metal hoops that bind the staves together. >take hoops I cannot remove the hoops. There must be another way to open the barrel. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >tip barrel I didn't understand that sentence. >push barrel 'Tis too heavy to push when full, an' besides, there may yet be somethin' o' use inside. >save Ok. >restart Are you sure you want to restart? y Excerpt from A General History of the Pyrates by Captain Charles Johnson: Chapter XVII: Of Captain BOOBY And his Crew [From the Appendix in Volume II, Redacted] To Captain Johnson, Sir, 'tis a strange, wild tale I have to tell ? but tell it I must, and you may make of it what you will. My name is Peter Petibon, a poor orphan from Billingsgate, forced to a life of petty thievery. One day I was spotted picking a gentleman's pocket. A cry was raised, and so, to evade capture, I stowed away in the hold of a merchant brigantine bound for Barbadoes. She was the Queen Mary, Captain Cox commander. The second mate was one Rupert Booby, as desperate a fellow as ever roved the Main. This silver-tongued Devil led the crew in a mutiny. Captain Cox and eight of his crew, he marooned on a small Island, but myself he took a fancy to, appointing me cabin boy. He renamed his prize the Queen Mab. Captain Booby thought himself a very gentlemanly hellfire roarer, all niminy-piminy affectations and lace ruffles. His clothes were of the finest quality, he had a fancy for tea, and it seemed he knew nothing of sea affairs, nor anything else commendable or manly. He was sea-sick in the lightest of squalls, had a horror of fish, and yet he was a pyrate withal, and a bloodthirsty one, when the need arose. Please press SPACE to continue. For four years we plied the Spanish Main, taking what ships we might. Despite the Captain's shortcomings, and more by luck than skill, we in time amassed a small fortune in booty. Howbeit, our luck was not to last, owing to an intolerable stupidity and want of judgment on the part of our Captain. On the 26th of June, 1717, about 5 leagues S. S. E. from New Providence, the man at the mast-head espied a vessel. "'Tis a Spanish treasure ship, look'ee!" quoth the Captain. "Nay," said the mate, "'tis an English man-o-war, d'ye see? Armed to the teeth, Devil a doubt, and out for pyrate blood, she be!" The Captain would ha' nothing of this, insisting she was too far away to tell, and not one of us had the heart to tell him he was looking through the wrong end of his spy-glass. By the time Captain Booby realised his mistake, the ship was hard upon us, showing heavy guns from all her hatchtraps. She was the Dreadnought, a fourth-rate ship of the line armed with 60 Guns, but she might have been El Ponderosa herself for all it mattered; she was more than a match for our little brigantine. "Strike the colours!" cried the Captain, but the ropes were all in a tangle, and despite our best efforts, the Black Flag fluttered bravely from our topmast for all to see... Please press SPACE to continue. I shall not describe the battle in great detail, as it yet pains me to think on't. In the barrage of cannon fire our mizzen-top-mast fell, and some of our rigging was torn along with Milo the pilot's trowsers. The wind not favouring us, we were soon within pistol shot, and the British fired without intermission. Men fell left and right amid a shower of red hot bullets. Our ship's cook, Lamentation Bangs, took his chances with the sharks, and e'en the ship's flamingo was blown to frizzled giblets. And where was our Captain all this while? Why, he had busied himself wi' loading the jolly boat Puck with all his plunder, myself assisting at his behest. "Lower away," cried the Captain when all was loaded aboard. "There be room for thee and I, but not a man more! The poor Devils must go to their account, more's the pity, but at least I've saved me plunder!" With all speed we rowed clear of our stricken vessel. The bows of the Queen Mab, meanwhile, rose higher and higher, until, with a sorry gurgle, our brave brigantine plunged stern foremost beneath the waves, and was gone from sight. But our troubles were far from over, for unbeknownst to us, the Puck had been holed by a round-shot on the starboard bow. Were the boat not overloaded, there'd have been no danger, but the weight of all the Captain's plunder was causing seawater to pour in as fast as I could bail it out. We had but one chance ? we must throw all our hard-won treasure o'erboard ? or else perish! But the Captain had other ideas... Please press SPACE to continue. To Sea in a Sieve A prequel to To Hell in a Hamper by J. J. Guest Release 1 / Serial number 231002 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) (Type "about" for credits and game information.) Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sea is all aglitter with the merciless Caribbean sun, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... Captain Booby stands between myself and his pile of treasure. The Captain's flintlock pistol is levelled at my chest. At this range, not even he could miss... "Bail, curse ye, an' sharp too!" cries Booby. "Or I'll blow ye clear off the sea, ye scurvy dog!" >fill bucket with water Which do you mean, the bilges or the sea? >bilges I fill the wooden bucket up with seawater from the bilges. >throw water at captain (the wooden bucket of seawater at Captain Booby) I slosh the seawater over Captain Booby, soaking him and wetting the powder in his pistol. Enraged, the Captain pulls the trigger, but the gun merely clicks. He charges towards me with murder in his eyes, but trips over the midship thwart and plunges headlong into the bilge water. His useless pistol sails over my head and lands with a plop in the ocean. Booby's pile of plunder now lies undefended before me. Its divers contents include a ten-pound pearl, an oak barrel, a brass cage, a hurdy-gurdy, a bar of silver, a pineapple, a silver framed Venetian hand mirror, an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant) and a bottle of rum. I scan the pile for something to use as a shot-plug, but there is nothing suitable. I am left with no choice but to throw the whole lot overboard. >take mirror As I reach for the silver framed Venetian hand mirror, the monstrous potted plant lashes out with one of its spiny tendrils, but I duck just in time! "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" hisses the plant ? "I see you! I see you!" I now have the mirror. "Unhand that mirror," cries Captain Booby, "or I'll watch ye dance the yard-arm jig, and be damned t' ye!" The Captain stumbles to his feet, rocking the boat something horribly as he clutches at the gunwales for support. Wheezily he wins to verticality at last, muttering salty imprecations 'neath his breath. >take hurdy gurdy As I reach for the hurdy-gurdy, one of the plant's serpent-like vines whips out, missing me by inches! I now have the hurdy-gurdy. "Careful wi' that there instrument, boy," says the Captain, "for there ain't another like it i' the world. If ye so much as scratch the varnish, I'll crack ye like a flea, d' ye hear?" The Captain sits himself carelessly down in the stern-sheets, landing so heavily that seawater ships over the gunwales. "Captain, I think ye'd be better o'er here," says I, "for we must needs trim the boat." "Oh, and ye'd like that, wouldn't ye, Master Petibon?" snarls the Captain. "Me o'er there and out o' your way, whiles ye bide at this end, merry as any grig, tossing all me hard-won treasures o'erboard!" >x pineapple A pineapple is considered a rare delicacy, and will fetch a pretty penny in Europe. A symbol of status, it will sit in the fruit bowl of a rich man's home until it rots ? a sad fate for such a toothsome fruit! >i I am carrying: a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror an empty wooden bucket >play hurdy gurdy The only crewmember who could play worth a damn was old Lamentation Bangs, the one-eyed ship's cook, now gone to the bottom of the ocean with the rest of 'em. Howbeit, I can but do my best. The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "I thinks I sees what ye're goin' for there boy ? 'tis neither linear nor non-linear, so it ain't ? but whate'er it is, 'tis awful." Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch. >take pearl I now have the ten-pound pearl. "Give that t' me, d'ye hear?" growls the Captain. "'Tis to be a gift for my dear Sally. A fine weddin' ring it'll make for her dainty finger, so it will." The Captain turns mortal white as the water comes up to his waist. "We'm done for!" he cries. "Ha' done with your fleering folly and bail, damn ye, bail!" Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >bail I begin to bail with a will, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy ? aye, bail her out!" says the Captain. "An' keep on bailin' till we'm rescued, damn ye!" >put pearl in knothole The ten-pound pearl is much too large to fit in the knothole. >i I am carrying: a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror an empty wooden bucket Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch. >shine mirror at booby I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes, and in doing so drops his silver snuffbox. It falls unnoticed to the floor. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >take snuffbox As I reach for the silver snuffbox, the monstrous potted plant lashes out with one of its spiny tendrils, missing me by inches! I now have the snuffbox. "Take yer thievin' paws off me snuffbox," says Booby, "or I'll feed ye to the sharks, wi' a wannion!" >shine mirror at booby I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >take quizzing glass I can't see any such thing. Captain Booby goes to pick up the bottle, but a serpent-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek, and he thinks better of it. >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >take quizzing-glass from right pocket I can't see any such thing. >x right pocket I surreptitiously sneak a look inside the Captain's right-hand coat pocket. It contains a pocketknife (folded up) and the Captain's quizzing-glass. The Captain goes to pick up the brass cage, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek. He steps back, sharpish. >shine mirror at booby I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. Captain Booby picks up the bar of silver. >take quizzing glass I was, before I stowed away to sea and fell in with pyrates, a Billingsgate pick-pocket, and I have not lost none of my skill! I sneak the Captain's quizzing-glass from inside the Captain's right-hand coat pocket. >shine mirror at booby I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. The Captain turns mortal white as the water comes up to his waist. "Bail, curse ye, an' look sharp about it!" he cries. "We'm sinking!" >take knife I sneak the pocketknife (folded up) from inside the Captain's right-hand coat pocket. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >bail I begin to bail with all my might, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "That's it, boy, bail away!" says the Captain. "There'll be no need to pitch me plunder into the briny deep, burn an' blast yer bones!" >play hurdy gurdy The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "Ye be liberatin' sound beyond all tradition, so ye are ? and I wish ye'd stop it." >stab plant (with the pocketknife (folded up)) (first unfolding the pocketknife) I lash out at the monstrous potted plant with the silver-handled pocketknife, but it easily dodges my thrusts. >i I am carrying: a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a silver snuffbox (closed) a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror an empty wooden bucket Captain Booby goes to pick up the pineapple, but a serpent-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, striking him on the buttock, and he thinks better of it. >open snuffbox I open the silver snuffbox of snuff, which is almost full of snuff. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >point quizzing glass at snuffbox That's not a verb I recognise. >shine quizzing glass at snuffbox I would need to use something shiny for that. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >shine mirror at quizzing glass I use the mirror to reflect the sun's light at the Captain's quizzing-glass, making it appear brighter. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x glass 'Tis a single magnifying lens, mounted upon a handle. The Captain uses it to peer disdainfully at anything that does not meet his niminy-piminy standards. >magnify snuff (with the Captain's quizzing-glass) The silver snuffbox of snuff looks larger when looked at through the Captain's quizzing-glass. Captain Booby picks up the bottle. >shrink snuff That's not a verb I recognise. >shine mirror through quizzing glass I only understood you as far as wanting to shine the silver framed Venetian hand mirror. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is waist-deep in water. The sea is all aglitter with the merciless Caribbean sun, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver), a pineapple and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, taking a swig from his bottle of rum. He is carrying a bar of silver. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >shine mirror at captain I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes. The Captain turns mortal white as the water comes up to his waist. "Bail, boy!" he cries. "An' bustle to 't, d'ye hear? We'm foundering!" >cut strap (with the pocketknife (unfolded)) I cut through the leather strap with the pocketknife, and the bag drops neatly into my hands. Captain Booby picks up the pineapple. >bail I begin to bail with a will, filling my bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all Booby's plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! "Curse me wi' everlasting torments, but that were close, boy!" screams Booby. "The waters were up to me waist, so they were. Be a bit quicker about it next time, if ye please!" "'Tis tiring work, sir! You might try it yourself, once in a while. Especially," I add, darkly, "if ye want to save any o' these trinkets o' your'n." The Captain considers this for a moment. "'Tis share an' share alike i' the Brotherhood. These treasures be your'n as well as mine," he says at last. "But I'll tell ye what we'll do, lad. We'll weevil for it, that we will! The loser takes the bucket, and the responsibility o' bailin' out. The winner takes his ease." Weeviling was a way of drawing lots on board the Queen Mab. It was used to settle disputes between two parties. The first crewman would take a ship's biscuit and tap out a weevil. The second crewman would take the same biscuit and do likewise. Whoever tapped out the smaller weevil won the lot, since e'en on board a pyrate ship, you must always choose the lesser of two weevils. The Captain, making use of his quizzing-glass, would adjudicate, and his judgment was law. "You go first, lad!" says the Captain, handing me the ship's biscuit. The Captain waits patiently for me to tap out a weevil. >tap weevil I tap the biscuit against the midship thwart, and a weevil drops out. "Aar, 'tis a main small 'un, to be certain," says the Captain, peering at it. "Now, let me see if I can't do better." He takes the biscuit from me and taps it against the thwart. A second weevil drops out beside the first. The first weevil is smaller, making it the lesser of two weevils. "You win, fair and square," says the Captain, and he takes the bucket from me. "I'll bail alright, an' heartily, you'll see, for I ain't never the man for to shirk a dooty. Howbeit, not a whit more o' me plunder will ye toss o'erboard, by th' powers, or the deal's off, d'ye hear?" >x bag A sailcloth bag, waterproofed with tar. The leather strap has been cut, making it unwearable. >open bag I open the sailcloth bag, revealing a powder tin and a coil of cannon fuse. The two weevils scurry away into a nook and disappear. >take tin I take the powder tin from inside the sailcloth bag. >take fuse I take the coil of cannon fuse from inside the sailcloth bag. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x tin A tin of powder. It is closed. >open tin I open the tin of gunpowder, which is almost full of gunpowder. >x fuse Several feet of cannon fuse, wound into a coil. >play hurdy gurdy The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "I thinks I sees what ye're goin' for there boy ? 'tis neither linear nor non-linear, so it ain't ? but whate'er it is, 'tis awful." The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >pour tin on plant There is naught to be gained by covering the monstrous potted plant with gunpowder. >pour tin on chest I can see no point in filling the old sea-chest with gunpowder. >pour tin in hole I tip all of the gunpowder from the tin into the knothole in the top of the barrel. >put fuse in knothole The coil of cannon fuse is too long for this purpose ? I should cut myself a short length. >cut fuse with knife I cut a short length of cannon fuse from the coil, and discard the rest. >put fuse in knothole (the short length of cannon fuse in the knothole of gunpowder) I put the short length of cannon fuse into the knothole of gunpowder. >point glass at fuse That's not a verb I recognise. >magnify fuse with quizzing glass (the coil of cannon fuse with the Captain's quizzing-glass) The coil of cannon fuse looks larger when looked at through the Captain's quizzing-glass. >shine mirror at fuse (the coil of cannon fuse) I use the mirror to reflect the sun's light at the coil of cannon fuse, making it appear brighter. >put quizzing glass on fuse (the coil of cannon fuse) Putting things on the coil of cannon fuse would avail me naught. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >i I am carrying: an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a silver snuffbox of snuff a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >shine light through quizzing glass I can see no such thing. >shine mirror through quizzing glass I only understood you as far as wanting to shine the silver framed Venetian hand mirror. >shine mirror at hole I use the mirror to reflect the sun's light at the knothole of gunpowder, making it appear brighter. >put quizzing glass on hole Putting things on the knothole of gunpowder would avail me naught. >put quizzing glass on barrel Putting things on the oak barrel would avail me naught. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is waist-deep in water. In all directions lie the sun-smitten waters of the Carribean, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver) and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, taking a swig from his bottle of rum. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket, an evil-looking ship's biscuit, a pineapple and a bar of silver. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is a coil of cannon fuse. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >light fuse with mirror (the short length of cannon fuse with the silver framed Venetian hand mirror) The silver framed Venetian hand mirror cannot be used to set fire to things. >light fuse with glass (the short length of cannon fuse with the Captain's quizzing-glass) Using the Captain's quizzing-glass, I focus the sun's rays on the end of the fuse. In less than a minute, it has caught alight! Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. "Aaargh, me back!" cries the Captain, wincing. "Scorch me wi' a port-fire, but it's no fun gettin' old, boy!" >play hurdy gurdy The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "Ye be playin' all the right notes, boy, but if that be music, then I'm a fishfinger!" >save Ok. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. In all directions lie the sun-smitten waters of the Carribean, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (sealed shut), a brass cage (in which is a North American beaver) and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, clutching the bar of silver to his bosom. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket, an evil-looking ship's biscuit, a pineapple and a bottle of rum. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is a coil of cannon fuse. Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. As the flaming end of the fuse disappears into the knothole in the top of the barrel, I duck down and place my fingers in my ears. The explosion blows off the head of the barrel and the top two hoops. They fly high into the air and fall into the ocean somewhere to larboard. When the smoke clears, the staves at the top of the barrel have been blasted open like the petals of some strange, blackened flower and everything is stained with indigo dust. "Ye've tried me too high this time, ye mutinous monkey!" snarls the Captain. "There were a keg of indigo in the top o' that barrel and ye've gone an' blown it to bits! Look a' me now ? stained blue from trucks to keelson! ? this stuff don't wash out, ye know!" The Captain says true, for his wet clothes and face are all stained blue with indigo dust, and so, for that matter, are my own! I canst but help laugh aloud. "Ye'll rue the day ye e'er set foot aboard the Queen Mab, so ye will," he goes on, "for here's a taste o' bloody vengeance!" Then, to my infinite horror, the Captain unfastens the door of the beaver's cage and unlooses the creature to the deck. "Go, me beauty, run free! Kill that double-dealin' blaggard where he stands. Gnaw 'is spindly shanks off, damn his eyes!" To the Captain's evident surprise the beaver ignores me completely and begins gnawing at the gunwales of the jolly boat instead. "'Tis passing strange," says the Captain, scratching his head. "For I've heard tell that beavers was the fiercest critters in all o' North Americy! But p'raps I be thinkin' o' bears?" >shine light at beaver I can see no such thing. >shine mirror at beaver I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the beaver's eyes. Beavers have weak eyes, or so I've heard, and the sun's fierce rays render the varmint quite helpless for a moment. A moment is all it takes, and the Yateveo tree is not slow to react. A snake-like tendril whips out and ensnares the helpless creature 'round its waist. It flips the beaver into the air as though it were a peanut and catches it in its ghastly maw ? which snaps shut like a steel trap! The horrid plant agitates its tentacle-like stems in apparent delight, and the rasping sound this makes sounds uncannily like "¡Sabroso! ¡Muy sabroso!" "Eaten by a tree," says the Captain, shaking his head. "Now there's irony, an' ye may lay to that." >x gunwales The top edge of the hull. The beaver has chewed the gunwales on the larboard side down to the sheer strake. >x larboard There be naught unexpected in that direction. Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. >x strake The strakes are planks, the which make up the sides of the boat. The uppermost is called the sheer strake. >x cage A heavy cage made of brass. >throw cage overboard (first taking the brass cage) As I reach for the brass cage, a spiny tendril whips out from the monstrous potted plant and wraps itself around my ankles! "Aargh, it's got ye now, lad!" says the Captain. "'Twas nice knowin' ye, but yer goose be cooked now, dammee, for no one escapes the clutches o' the dreaded Yateveo tree!" >struggle I have always been something lithe, and with some effort, I manage at last to struggle free of the plant's serpent-like grip. The monstrous vegetable quivers all over, as though expressing frustration or rage, and hisses once again that sinister refrain; "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" ? "I see you! I see you!" >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. In all directions lie the sun-smitten waters of the Carribean, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (in which are a bolt of rich brocade and a sack of cayenne pepper), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, taking a swig from his bottle of rum. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket, an evil-looking ship's biscuit, a pineapple and a bar of silver. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is a coil of cannon fuse. >take cayenne I take the sack of cayenne pepper from inside the oak barrel. "Careful with that sack of cayenne pepper, ye hobbledehoy!" growls the Captain. "That blasted stuff makes me sneeze like a whale, so it does, an' call me dogsbody if it don't!" >x brocade Midnight blue, wi' a pattern of silver stars. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >play hurdy gurdy The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "Ye be liberatin' sound beyond all tradition, so ye are ? and I wish ye'd stop it." >throw cayenne at plant There is naught to be gained by covering the monstrous potted plant with cayenne pepper. The Captain goes to pick up the brass cage, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek. He steps back, sharpish. >throw cayenne at captain I lack the nerve when it comes to the crucial moment. >open cayenne It isn't something I can open. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x sack A heavy hessian sack. The sack is almost full of cayenne pepper. ('Tis a pungent, reddish-brown powder.) >put cayenne in snuffbox (pouring the sack of cayenne pepper into the silver snuffbox of snuff) The silver snuffbox cannot contain any more than it already holds. >pour snuffbox What do you want to pour the silver snuffbox of snuff in? >boat I can see no such thing. >pour out snuff I can see no such thing. >pour snuff on floor I can't pour powders into the burden boards. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >open snuffbox That's already open. >pour snuff in bucket I pour snuff into the wooden bucket, leaving the silver snuffbox empty. It is about a quarter full of snuff. Captain Booby goes to pick up the brass cage, but a serpent-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, missing him by a whisker, and he thinks better of it. >put cayenne in snuffbox (pouring the sack of cayenne pepper into the empty silver snuffbox) I pour cayenne pepper into the silver snuffbox. >save Ok. >give cayenne to captain Which do you mean, the sack of cayenne pepper or the silver snuffbox of cayenne pepper? >snuffbox "Here y'are, Captain," I say innocently. "You dropped your snuffbox." Giving me a puzzled look, he slips the snuffbox into his left-hand pocket. The Captain goes to pick up the brass cage, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, striking him on the buttock. He steps back, sharpish. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. In all directions lie the sun-smitten waters of the Carribean, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include an oak barrel (in which is a bolt of rich brocade), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, checking his pineapple for bruises. He is carrying a wooden bucket of snuff, an evil-looking ship's biscuit, a bottle of rum and a bar of silver. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is a coil of cannon fuse. >take fuse I now have the coil. "Unhand that coil," cries Captain Booby, "or I'll gut ye like a flounder, so I will!" >x barrel The top of the barrel has been blown clean off, and the blackened staves fan out like some strange variety of garden flower. Within the barrel, I behold a bolt of rich brocade. There may be more in there besides, but that is all I can see. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >take bolt I take the bolt of rich brocade from inside the oak barrel. "Take yer filthy paws off me nice silk brocade, damn ye!" says the Captain. "I'll lay ye a guinea you ain't washed 'em in a week!" Captain Booby goes to pick up the brass cage, but a serpent-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, missing him by a whisker, and he thinks better of it. >x barrel The top of the barrel has been blown clean off, and the blackened staves fan out like some strange variety of garden flower. At the bottom of the barrel is a mahogany tea caddy. Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. >x tea 'Tis the Captain's tea caddy! He always did prefer tea to rum, strange fellow. It is inlaid with a pattern of flowers, very fine. >x brocade Midnight blue, wi' a pattern of silver stars. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that it is a wonder he does not blow his own brains out through his nose. It causeth him to drop his pineapple... "Stap me vitals, but this snuff packs a punch!" says he, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "I'll be havin' me some strong words wi' th' manufacturer, so I will, an' ye may be sure o' that!" >throw pineapple overboard (first taking the pineapple) As I reach for the pineapple, one of the plant's serpent-like vines whips out, missing me by inches! I hurl the pineapple as far as I can. It lands with a splosh in the ocean. "Arr, not me pineapple!" says the Captain, woefully. "I had me a fancy to make a lovely canapé ? pineapple and hunks o' cheese, served up on the spines of a porpentine. Ye've set haute cuisine back centuries, damn ye!" Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only two minutes. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. In all directions lie the sun-smitten waters of the Carribean, while around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a pineapple, an oak barrel (in which is a mahogany tea caddy (closed)), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, clutching the bar of silver to his bosom. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket, an evil-looking ship's biscuit and a bottle of rum. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >shine mirror at captain I angle the mirror to reflect the sun into the Captain's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He steps backwards in confusion, raising his arm to shield his eyes, and in doing so drops his silver snuffbox. It falls unnoticed to the floor. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >take biscuits I can see no such thing. >take biscuit After a brief struggle, I manage to wrest the evil-looking ship's biscuit from the Captain's grip. "Take your thieving paws off me evil-looking ship's biscuit," says Booby, "or I'll lash ye to the binnacle, by thunder!" >i I am carrying: an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse a sack of cayenne pepper an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >x tin An open powder tin. The empty tin contains only a trace of gunpowder at the bottom. ('Tis a sulfurous, dark grey powder.) The Captain goes to pick up the brass cage, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek. He steps back, sharpish. >x bag A sailcloth bag, waterproofed with tar. The leather strap has been cut, making it unwearable. >throw pearl at captain I lack the nerve when it comes to the crucial moment. The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. >x snuffbox A silver snuffbox, studded with brilliants. It is closed. Captain Booby goes to pick up the brass cage, but a serpent-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, missing him by a whisker, and he thinks better of it. >x cage A heavy cage made of brass. >throw cage overboard (first taking the brass cage) As I reach for the brass cage, one of the plant's serpent-like vines whips out, catching me a glancing blow on the cheek! I step back smartly, out of its reach. "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" hisses the plant ? "I see you! I see you!" The Captain searches his pockets for his silver snuffbox, but cannot find it. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >i I am carrying: an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse a sack of cayenne pepper an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror The Captain goes to pick up the silver snuffbox, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek. He steps back, sharpish. "Aarrgh, there ye be, me beauty!" says Booby, picking up the silver snuffbox and slipping it into his pocket. >play hurdy gurdy The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "I thinks I sees what ye're goin' for there boy ? 'tis neither linear nor non-linear, so it ain't ? but whate'er it is, 'tis awful." >stab plant (with the pocketknife (unfolded)) I lash out at the monstrous potted plant with the silver-handled pocketknife, but it easily dodges my thrusts. >x biscuit Old Lamentation Bangs used to tell the tale of how his life was saved when a piece of hard-tack, just such as this ? the which was tucked into his vest pocket ? stopped a bullet. Howbeit, he also claimed to have eaten one once, so you can't believe every tale you hear on board a pyrate ship. >tap biscuit I tap the biscuit against the midship thwart, and a weevil drops out. >take weevil The weevil takes fright and scurries away into a cranny. >tap biscuit I tap the biscuit against the midship thwart, and a weevil drops out. >put weevil in tin The weevil takes fright and scurries away into a nook. >tap biscuit I tap the biscuit against the midship thwart, and a weevil drops out. >put tin on weevil Putting things on the weevil would avail me naught. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a pineapple, an oak barrel (in which is a mahogany tea caddy (closed)), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, taking a swig from his bottle of rum. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and a bar of silver. On the midship thwart is a weevil. The weevil scurries away into a nook and disappears. >tap weevil I tap the biscuit against the midship thwart, and a weevil drops out. Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. >x weevil A biscuit weevil. >save Ok. >play hurdy gurdy The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The monstrous potted plant shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "Ye be playin' all the right notes, boy, but if that be music, then I'm a breaded shrimp!" The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! The weevil scurries away into a knothole and disappears. >tap buscit I can see no such thing. >tap biscuit I tap the biscuit against the midship thwart, and a weevil drops out. >tap biscuit on tin I only understood you as far as wanting to tap the evil-looking ship's biscuit. >tap biscuit against tin I only understood you as far as wanting to tap the evil-looking ship's biscuit. >put weevil in tin The weevil takes fright and scurries away into a chink. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a pineapple, an oak barrel (in which is a mahogany tea caddy (closed)), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, clutching the bar of silver to his bosom. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and a bottle of rum. >take rum I grapple furiously with the Captain until he lets go of the bottle of rum. "Take your thieving paws off me bottle of rum," says Booby, "or I'll cleave yer skull asunder, wi' a curse!" >tap biscuit I tap the biscuit against the midship thwart, and a weevil drops out. >put rum on weevil Putting things on the weevil would avail me naught. >smash bottle You will have to specify what to attack the bottle of rum with. The weevil scurries away into a cranny and disappears. >attack plant with bottle The bottle of rum would not make a very effective weapon. >x chest A heavy, iron-bound sea-chest, somewhat battered from rough usage. The old sea-chest is closed, and there is a monstrous potted plant on top. Captain Booby goes to pick up the pineapple, but a serpent-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, striking him on the buttock, and he thinks better of it. >x cage A heavy cage made of brass. >i I am carrying: a stoppered bottle of rum an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse a sack of cayenne pepper an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >put fuse in plant That can't contain things. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I fear he will blow the top of his own head off. It causeth him to drop his empty wooden bucket... "Cherish me guts!" he squeals, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "This cursed snuff hath unbalanced me humours, by th' powers! Me eyes are become hot coals, and me nostrils a brace o' furnaces!" >take hat I quail at the very idea of removing the Captain's hat. He would never be parted from it ? lest his life depended on it! The Captain goes to pick up the wooden bucket, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek. He steps back, sharpish. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >x handkerchief Methinks he hath stuffed it up his sleeve, but 'tis so light I need not waste any time on it. Captain Booby goes to pick up the pineapple, but a serpent-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, missing him by a whisker, and he thinks better of it. Captain Booby picks up the wooden bucket. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >push captain The Captain has tried my patience almost beyond enduring, but for all his threats and bluster he's a heart in him as soft as the belly of an eel when it comes to me, and I cannot make an end of him. Besides which, he's a vasty fellow and I doubt that I could move him. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that it is a wonder he does not blow his own brains out through his nose. It causeth him to drop his empty wooden bucket... "Rot me, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will make an end o' me yet. Hang me for a buttered parsnip if it don't!" >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a pineapple, an oak barrel (in which is a mahogany tea caddy (closed)), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, clutching the bar of silver to his bosom. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an empty wooden bucket. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >i I am carrying: a stoppered bottle of rum an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse a sack of cayenne pepper an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I fear he will blow the top of his own head off. It causeth him to drop his bar of silver... "Curse me!" he squeals, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "This cursed snuff hath unbalanced me humours, by thunder! Me eyes are become hot coals, and me nostrils a brace o' furnaces!" >take cork I pull the cork from the bottle of rum with my teeth. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >x glass 'Tis a single magnifying lens, mounted upon a handle. The Captain uses it to peer disdainfully at anything that does not meet his niminy-piminy standards. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that I am amazed his head does not go off like a bomb. "Let me drownd, but this snuff be hot stuff!" says he, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "I'll be havin' me some strong words wi' th' manufacturer, so I will, an' ye may lay to that!" >take silver (the bar of silver) As I reach for the bar of silver, a serpent-like vine whips out from the monstrous potted plant and wraps about me in coil after coil! "That vegetable's got ye fouled, right enough," says the Captain, shaking his head. "I'd cut ye free, but I'd get all snarled up meself, like as not, an' then where'd we be? Nay, discretion's the best part o' valour, lad, an' ye may depend upon it." Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >struggle Years of wriggling free of the law have made me a somewhat lissom youth, and with significant effort, I manage at last to struggle free of the plant's serpent-like grip. The monstrous vegetable quivers all over, as though expressing frustration or rage, and hisses once again that sinister refrain; "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" ? "I see you! I see you!" >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a bar of silver, a pineapple, an oak barrel (in which is a mahogany tea caddy (closed)), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, eyeing me suspiciously. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an empty wooden bucket. >take pineapple As I reach for the pineapple, the monstrous potted plant lashes out with one of its spiny tendrils, missing me by inches! "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" hisses the plant ? "I see you! I see you!" I now have the pineapple. "Put that back where ye found it," exclaims Captain Booby, "or I'll slit yer gizzard wi' an oyster-knife, see if I don't!" >pour rum on pineapple I can't pour liquids into the pineapple. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a bar of silver, an oak barrel (in which is a mahogany tea caddy (closed)), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, picking absently at the frayed cuff of his overcoat. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an empty wooden bucket. >open pineapple It isn't something I can open. >cut open pineapple I can see no such thing. >cut pineapple (with the pocketknife (unfolded)) I cut off a small chunk of pineapple and eat it. 'Tis uncommonly sweet and toothsome! "Stop nibblin' at me pineapple, ye whey-faced wharf rat!" snarls the Captain. >x pineapple A pineapple is considered a rare delicacy, and will fetch a pretty penny in Europe. A symbol of status, it will sit in the fruit bowl of a rich man's home until it rots ? a sad fate for such a toothsome fruit! Captain Booby picks up the wooden bucket. The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >feed cayenne to plant (the sack of cayenne pepper to the monstrous potted plant) The monstrous potted plant snaps shut its trap as I approach with the sack of cayenne pepper, thwarting my efforts. >pour cayenne on pineapple (the sack of cayenne pepper on the pineapple) I can't pour powders into the pineapple. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a bar of silver, an oak barrel (in which is a mahogany tea caddy (closed)), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, watching me closely. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket. >throw cayenne overboard (the sack of cayenne pepper overboard) I heave the heavy sack o'er the side of the jolly boat. It lands with a heavy splash in the sea. As the ruddy powder disperses into the briny waters, the circle of sharks grows noticeably wider. "Sink me sideways, but you're a mess o' trouble, boy!" mutters the Captain. "That sack were worth a tidy fortune, beyond doubt, to them as likes it hot!" Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around twelve minutes. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. The sun is setting over the Caribbean Sea, and the sky grows darker by the minute. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a bar of silver, an oak barrel (in which is a mahogany tea caddy (closed)), a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, glaring at me reproachfully. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket. >take caddy I take the mahogany tea caddy from inside the oak barrel. >open caddy (first unlocking the mahogany tea caddy) I lack a key that fits the mahogany tea caddy. "'Tis no use, boy," says the Captain. "The key's been lost a week and more, and is gone to the bottom of the sea now, more's the pity, for I just fancies me a cuppa!" >pry open caddy That's not a verb I recognise. >pry caddy with knife That's not a verb I recognise. >cut caddy with knife I try to prise the caddy open with the pocketknife (unfolded), but 'tis very well made, for I can do little more than scratch it. From beneath the waves emerges a fearful, snake-like limb, covered in suckers. It is the arm of an octopus, and 'tis wrapped around the very same sack of cayenne pepper I had but lately flung into the ocean! The octopus drops the sack at my feet before slithering back into the depths from whence it came. 'Tis said to be uncommonly wise, the octopus ? mayhap this sack will prove useful to me yet! >x sack A heavy hessian sack. The sack is almost full of cayenne pepper. ('Tis a pungent, reddish-brown powder.) >take sack As I reach for the sack of cayenne pepper, a spiny tendril whips out from the monstrous potted plant and wraps itself around my ankles! "Dammee, not again," laughs the Captain. "Ye were wiser to leave me trinkets alone, lad, for that vegetable's better'n a guard dog, an' no mistake!" >struggle I have always been something lithe, and with some effort, I manage at last to struggle free of the plant's serpent-like grip. The monstrous vegetable quivers all over, as though expressing frustration or rage, and hisses once again that sinister refrain; "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" ? "I see you! I see you!" >take sack As I reach for the sack of cayenne pepper, one of the plant's serpent-like vines whips out, missing me by inches! I now have the sack. "Leave that be," cries the Captain, "or I'll spit ye like a pig, and be damned t' ye!" >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a bar of silver, a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, watching me closely. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an oak barrel (empty). >push barrel Straining every muscle to the uttermost, I heave the heavy oak barrel over the gunwales into the sea. Unburdening the jolly boat of this large, heavy object gains us roughly twenty-four minutes. The Captain goes to pick up the bar of silver, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, striking him on the buttock. He steps back, sharpish. >pour cayenne in pot (the sack of cayenne pepper in the pot) I can't pour powders into the pot. >x pot A simple earthenware pot with an East India Company shipping label pasted to it. >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a pineapple a cork a bottle of rum an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >put cayenne on pot (the sack of cayenne pepper on the pot) Putting things on the pot would avail me naught. >pour cayenne on plant (the sack of cayenne pepper on the monstrous potted plant) There is naught to be gained by covering the monstrous potted plant with cayenne pepper. >pour cayenne in rum (the sack of cayenne pepper in the bottle of rum) The bottle cannot contain any more than it already holds. >pour out rum I can see no such thing. >x caddy 'Tis the Captain's tea caddy! He always did prefer tea to rum, strange fellow. It is inlaid with a pattern of flowers, very fine. When I turn the caddy over, it rattles, but unfortunately it is locked. >give caddy to plant The monstrous potted plant snaps shut its trap as I approach with the mahogany tea caddy, thwarting my efforts. Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. >give pearl to plant The monstrous potted plant snaps shut its trap as I approach with the ten-pound pearl, thwarting my efforts. Captain Booby goes to pick up the brass cage, but a serpent-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek, and he thinks better of it. >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a pineapple a cork a bottle of rum an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror The Captain goes to pick up the bar of silver, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, missing him by a whisker. He steps back, sharpish. >take sack I already have that. >x cayenne (the sack of cayenne pepper) A heavy hessian sack. The sack is almost full of cayenne pepper. ('Tis a pungent, reddish-brown powder.) >throw cayenne at plant (the sack of cayenne pepper at the monstrous potted plant) There is naught to be gained by covering the monstrous potted plant with cayenne pepper. >throw pineapple at plant The plant catches the pineapple in one of its spiny tendrils and lobs it straight back at me with wonderful sagacity. I duck in time, and the pineapple lands with a splosh in the bilges. >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a cork a bottle of rum an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror Captain Booby picks up the pineapple. "If ye've taken a bite out o' this, I'll send ye head-long to Hell!" he cries. >x booby Captain Rupert Booby is a large, ungainly figure. His black hair hangs in sodden tresses down his back, and his gimlet eyes seem to follow me about. He is dressed in a long, black coat, striped pantaloons and buccaneer boots. On his head sits a shapely felt hat, trimmed with a plume. The Captain's face and shirt hath been stained indigo blue by the exploding barrel. The colour suits him, methinks. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, checking his pineapple for bruises. Captain Booby goes to pick up the bar of silver, but a serpent-like vine flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, striking him on the buttock, and he thinks better of it. >x shirt I can see no such thing. >x blue I can see no such thing. >x brocade Midnight blue, wi' a pattern of silver stars. Captain Booby tries to pick up the brass cage, but it is more than he can manage. >open brocade It isn't something I can open. >unfold brocade It isn't something I can unfold. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I wonder his eyes do not pop out like corks from a bottle. It causeth him to drop his pineapple... "Burn and sink me, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will put me to bed wi' a shovel, so it will. Gut me for a preacher if it don't!" >wrap pineapple in brocade That's not a verb I recognise. >put pineapple in brocade (first taking the pineapple) As I reach for the pineapple, a serpent-like vine whips out from the monstrous potted plant and fastens upon me in sudden coils! The Captain merely shakes his head in bemusement. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >struggle My years as a Billingsgate pickpocket have made me rather nimble, and with considerable effort, I manage at last to struggle free of the plant's serpent-like grip. The monstrous vegetable quivers all over, as though expressing frustration or rage, and hisses once again that sinister refrain; "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" ? "I see you! I see you!" >put pineapple in brocade (first taking the pineapple) As I reach for the pineapple, the monstrous potted plant lashes out with one of its spiny tendrils, missing me by inches! "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" hisses the plant ? "I see you! I see you!" That can't contain things. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a bar of silver, a brass cage and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, eyeing me suspiciously. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket. >x barrel The heavy oak barrel is floating a little way off the starboard bow, and I cannot reach it unaided. >i I am carrying: a pineapple a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a cork a bottle of rum an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror The Captain turns mortal white as the water comes up to his waist. "Bail, curse ye, an' jump to it!" he cries. "We'm sinking!" The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >shine mirror at cage I use the mirror to reflect the sun's light at the brass cage, making it appear brighter. >put fuse in lock I can see no such thing. >x caddy 'Tis the Captain's tea caddy! He always did prefer tea to rum, strange fellow. It is inlaid with a pattern of flowers, very fine. When I turn the caddy over, it rattles, but unfortunately it is locked. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that it is a wonder he does not blow his own brains out through his nose. It causeth him to drop his empty wooden bucket... "Call me dogsbody!" he squeals, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "This cursed snuff hath unbalanced me humours, i' the Fiend's name! Me eyes are become hot coals, and me nostrils a brace o' furnaces!" >x bag A sailcloth bag, waterproofed with tar. The leather strap has been cut, making it unwearable. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I wonder his eyes do not pop out like corks from a bottle. "Devil damn me, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will make an end o' me yet. Curse me for a flounder if it don't!" Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >x fuse Several feet of cannon fuse, wound into a coil. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >put fuse in pot That can't contain things. Captain Booby picks up the bar of silver. >put fuse on pot Putting things on the pot would avail me naught. The Captain goes to pick up the brass cage, but a whip-like tendril flashes out from the monstrous potted plant, catching him a glancing blow on the cheek. He steps back, sharpish. >hint Right now, yer main goal be to throw all o' Booby's treasure o'erboard, an' remember to keep a weather-eye on the "ERE WE SINK" counter at the top o' the screen! Type HINT (something) or HINT ABOUT (something) to get more specific hints! >hint about silver (the silver framed Venetian hand mirror) Ye may throw the silver framed Venetian hand mirror o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that it is a wonder he does not blow his own brains out through his nose. It causeth him to drop his bar of silver... "Let me drownd!" he squeals, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "This cursed snuff hath unbalanced me humours, by th' powers! Me eyes are become hot coals, and me nostrils a brace o' furnaces!" >hint about silver bar Ye may throw the bar of silver o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >throw silver bar overboard (first taking the bar of silver) As I reach for the bar of silver, one of the plant's serpent-like vines whips out, catching me a stinging blow on the leg! I step back smartly, out of its reach. "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" hisses the plant ? "I see you! I see you!" Captain Booby picks up the brass cage. >g (first taking the bar of silver) As I reach for the bar of silver, a spiny tendril whips out from the monstrous potted plant and wraps about me in coil after coil! The Captain merely shakes his head in bemusement. Captain Booby tries to pick up the bar of silver, but it is more than he can manage. >struggle I have always been something lithe, and with some effort, I manage at last to struggle free of the plant's serpent-like grip. The monstrous vegetable quivers all over, as though expressing frustration or rage, and hisses once again that sinister refrain; "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" ? "I see you! I see you!" Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I am amazed his head does not go off like a bomb. It causeth him to drop his brass cage... "Devil doubt it, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will put me to bed wi' a shovel, so it will. Gut me for a buttered parsnip if it don't!" >throw silver bar overboard (first taking the bar of silver) As I reach for the bar of silver, the monstrous potted plant lashes out with one of its spiny tendrils, catching me a glancing blow on the arm! I step back smartly, out of its reach. "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" hisses the plant ? "I see you! I see you!" Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >i I am carrying: a pineapple a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a cork a bottle of rum an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse an empty tin (open but empty) a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a ten-pound pearl a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >hint about sack Cayenne pepper makes the Cap'n sneeze! Perhaps there be a way to make him sniff it? Shall I go on? > y Try fillin' the Captain's snuffbox wi' cayenne pepper, an' then givin' it back to him! >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a brass cage, a bar of silver and an old sea-chest (on which is a monstrous potted plant). Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, glaring at me reproachfully. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an empty wooden bucket. >hint about tin Ye may throw the empty tin o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw tin overboard Having no further use for the empty tin, I hurl it far out into the sea. It sinks without a trace. Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only two minutes. >hint about pearl Ye may throw the ten-pound pearl o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw pearl overboard I hurl the prodigious pearl far out into the sea. It lands with a plop and vanishes from sight. "No, not me ten-pound pearl, by thunder!" cries the Captain. "Not dear Sally's weddin' ring! I'd have asked ye to be me groomsman, but ye can fergit that now, ye devilish dogfish! Ye'll be lucky if'n I invites ye to the after-party." Sally was a "mermaid" he once fell in love with whilst we were stranded in the Florida mangroves at low tide. Nobody had the heart to tell him she was actually a sea-cow. Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around ten minutes. >i I am carrying: a pineapple a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a cork a bottle of rum an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >hint about pineapple Ye may throw the pineapple o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. Captain Booby picks up the brass cage. >throw pineapple overboard I hurl the pineapple as far as I can. It lands with a splosh in the ocean. "Arr, not me pineapple!" says the Captain, woefully. "I had me a fancy to make a lovely canapé ? pineapple and hunks o' cheese, served up on the spines of a porpentine. Ye've set haute cuisine back centuries, damn ye!" Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only two minutes. >hint about cork Ye may throw the cork o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >hint about rum Ye may throw the bottle of rum o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that I wonder his eyes do not pop out like corks from a bottle. It causeth him to drop his brass cage... "Rot my bones, but this snuff packs a punch!" says he, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "I'll be havin' me some strong words wi' th' manufacturer, so I will, an' that's flat!" >take cage As I reach for the brass cage, one of the plant's serpent-like vines whips out, missing me by inches! "¡Ya te veo! ¡Ya te veo!" hisses the plant ? "I see you! I see you!" I don't have enough room left to carry the brass cage. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >throw rum overboard I hurl the bottle of rum into the sea. It slowly fills with water and sinks. "Toss out me last drop o' grog, would ye?" grumbles Booby. "And without e'en lettin' me flog the monkey, ye weak-kneed weasel!" Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around eight minutes. >throw cork overboard Having no further use for the cork, I hurl it far out into the sea. It bobs about i' the water, buoyant as any cork. Throwing out this negligible weight makes no difference whatever to our plight. >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) an evil-looking ship's biscuit a bolt of rich brocade a coil of cannon fuse a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >hint about caddy Ye be missin' an object that might be o' use to ye in regards to the mahogany tea caddy. Shall I go on? > n Captain Booby picks up the bar of silver. >hint about brocade Ha' ye tried askin' Captain Booby about the monstrous potted plant? Ye may hear somethin' to yer advantage. Shall I go on? > >n Compass directions make no sense on board ship, but you can use up, down, inside, outside, starboard, larboard, fore and aft instead. >ask captain about plant "The Yateveo tree, they calls it," says the Captain. "On account o' the sound it makes. We took it from a vessel of the East India Company, bound for Holland. It 'et poor bo'sun Wiggs 'afore we could get it aboard, but that was afore we realised it were nickty-nasty ? nickerty-nasty ? it goes to sleep at night, by the powers! So we brought it aboard after dark. I been feedin' it bilge rats since, wi' a curse, but its appetite grows by the day. 'Tis thing o' horror, to be sure, but them botanists will pay a pretty price for a specimen like this, damme, and that's worth a bo'sun or two, by my reckonin'!" Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I am amazed his head does not go off like a bomb. It causeth him to drop his bar of silver... "Devil damn me!" he squeals, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "This cursed snuff hath unbalanced me humours, i' the Fiend's name! Me eyes are become hot coals, and me nostrils a brace o' furnaces!" >play hurdy gurdy The resulting sound might charitably be described as a hypnotic drone, or more accurately, perhaps, as a terrible ear-splitting racket. The potted "Yateveo" tree shudders violently in reaction... "Aarrgh!" cries the Captain, covering his ears. "I thinks I sees what ye're goin' for there boy ? 'tis neither linear nor non-linear, so it ain't ? but whate'er it is, 'tis awful." Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >throw brocade over plant I throw the bolt of midnight blue brocade over the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant), covering it nigh completely. Only a few of its spiny tendrils can be seen. Gradually these tendrils thrash with less and less vigour, until at last they lie still upon the burden boards, limp as Chinese noodles. A faint sound emits therefrom; "¡Zzzzzz, zzzzzz, zzzzzz!" Captain Booby picks up the brass cage. >stab plant (with the pocketknife (unfolded)) It is quite harmless now. Cutting it up would achieve little. Captain Booby tries to pick up the bar of silver, but it is more than he can manage. >open chest (first removing the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant)) I don't have enough room left to carry the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant). I'd have to remove the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant) from the lid first. >hint about tree All ye needs do is to throw the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant) o'erboard! >throw tree overboard (first taking the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant)) I don't have enough room left to carry the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant). >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) an evil-looking ship's biscuit a coil of cannon fuse a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a hurdy-gurdy a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >hint about biscuit Ye may throw the evil-looking ship's biscuit o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that it is a wonder he does not blow his own brains out through his nose. It causeth him to drop his brass cage... "Burn and sink me, but this snuff be hot stuff!" says he, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "I'll be havin' me some strong words wi' th' manufacturer, so I will, an' ye may be sure o' that!" >throw biscuit overboard I hurl the evil-looking ship's biscuit as far out to sea as I can. Suddenly, and to my great surprise, a mighty shark surges out of the water and snatches the biscuit out of the air! Even from here I can hear the horrible snap of its breaking teeth as the miserable creature plunges back beneath the waves. Throwing out this negligible weight makes no difference whatever to our plight. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >hint about hurdy gurdy Ye may throw the hurdy-gurdy o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw hurdy gurdy overboard I hurl the instrument into the sea. It bobs about on the surface for a moment, before succumbing to the waves. "No, not me hurdy-gurdy," wails the Captain. "'Twas a Stradivarius, d' ye see? The only one 'e ever made. 'Twould o' been worth a king's ransom in years to come, confound ye! Ha' ye no thought for appreciation?" Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around six minutes. >hint about cage Ye may throw the brass cage o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw cage overboard (first taking the brass cage) I don't have enough room left to carry the brass cage. >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a coil of cannon fuse a sailcloth bag (open but empty) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a silver framed Venetian hand mirror Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I wonder his eyes do not pop out like corks from a bottle. "Rot me!" he squeals, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "This cursed snuff hath unbalanced me humours, by th' powers! Me eyes are become hot coals, and me nostrils a brace o' furnaces!" >hint about caddy Ye be missin' an object that might be o' use to ye in regards to the mahogany tea caddy. Shall I go on? > n Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >hint about fuse (the coil of cannon fuse) Ye may throw the coil of cannon fuse o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw fuse overboard Having no further use for the coil of cannon fuse, I hurl it far out into the sea. It sinks without a trace. Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only two minutes. >hint about bag Ye may throw the sailcloth bag o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw bag overboard Having no further use for the sailcloth bag, I hurl it far out into the sea. It bobs about i' the water, buoyant as any cork. Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only two minutes. >hint about pocketknife A pocketknife hath many uses. I'd hang on to it, if I were ye. Captain Booby picks up the brass cage. >hint about glass The Captain's quizzing-glass might be useful to have. Shall I go on? > n Sorry, I've no more to say about that. >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a silver framed Venetian hand mirror >throw tree overboard (first taking the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant)) I don't have enough room left to carry the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant). Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that I am amazed his head does not go off like a bomb. It causeth him to drop his brass cage... "Rot me for a lubber, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will make an end o' me yet. Curse me for a flounder if it don't!" >hint about cage Ye may throw the brass cage o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I wonder his eyes do not pop out like corks from a bottle. "Perish an' plague me!" he squeals, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "This cursed snuff hath unbalanced me humours, i' the Fiend's name! Me eyes are become hot coals, and me nostrils a brace o' furnaces!" Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >throw cage overboard (first taking the brass cage) I don't have enough room left to carry the brass cage. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a mahogany tea caddy (closed and locked) a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass a silver framed Venetian hand mirror Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that it is a wonder he does not blow his own brains out through his nose. "Devil doubt it, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will put me to bed wi' a shovel, so it will. Damn me for a buttered parsnip if it don't!" >drop cage The brass cage is already here. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I wonder his eyes do not pop out like corks from a bottle. "Curse me wi' everlasting torments, but this snuff packs a punch!" says he, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "I'll be havin' me some strong words wi' th' manufacturer, so I will, an' that's flat!" Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >drop caddy Dropped. Captain Booby picks up the bar of silver. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >throw mirror overboard I throw the mirror over the side of the jolly boat. It sinks quickly. "No, not me mirror, ye driveling dog's breakfast!" screams the Captain, and he rushes over to the side of the boat in a vain attempt to fish it out. "Hang me for a flounder, but how'm I supposed to do me hair an' make-up now? I shall end up resemblin' a Pierrot, curse ye!" Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only four minutes. >hint about glass The Captain's quizzing-glass might be useful to have. Shall I go on? > n Sorry, I've no more to say about that. >throw cage overboard (first taking the brass cage) I don't have enough room left to carry the brass cage. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that it is a wonder he does not blow his own brains out through his nose. It causeth him to drop his bar of silver... "Rot me for a lubber, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will make an end o' me yet. Curse me for a preacher if it don't!" >i I am carrying: a sack of cayenne pepper a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >throw cayenne overboard (the sack of cayenne pepper overboard) I heave the heavy sack o'er the side of the jolly boat. It lands with a heavy splash in the sea. As the ruddy powder disperses into the briny waters, the circle of sharks grows noticeably wider. "Rot my bones, but you're a mess o' trouble, boy!" mutters the Captain. "That sack were worth a tidy fortune, by my reckonin', to them as likes it hot!" Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around twelve minutes. >throw cage overboard (first taking the brass cage) I don't have enough room left to carry the brass cage. >drop knife Dropped. >drop glass Dropped. Captain Booby picks up the mahogany tea caddy. "If ye've so much as scratched this, I'll spit ye like a pig!" he cries. >i I am carrying nothing. From beneath the waves emerges a fearful, snake-like limb, covered in suckers. It is the arm of an octopus, and 'tis wrapped around the very same sack of cayenne pepper I had but lately flung into the ocean! The octopus drops the sack at my feet before slithering back into the depths from whence it came. 'Tis said to be uncommonly wise, the octopus ? mayhap this sack will prove useful to me yet! >throw cage overboard (first taking the brass cage) I heave the heavy brass cage over the side of the boat. It sinks like a stone. The Captain merely scowls. Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around eight minutes. >throw tree overboard (first taking the potted "Yateveo" tree (dormant)) I wrap my arms about the earthenware pot and lift the enormously heavy "Yateveo" tree from the lid of the old sea-chest. It is all I can do to keep from dropping it. I hurl the hateful plant into the ocean ? as far as I can. It lands with a heavy splash and slowly sinks from sight. "Ye devious dog!" cries Booby. "That specimen might o' made my name! A modern Newton I'd o' been, prancin' in a periwig through the courts o' Cambridge, by th' powers, wi' people callin' me 'p'fessor' and 'your cleverness' an' sich! Or else I could ha' sold it and bought a mess o' grog. I'll frizzle ye like a kipper for this, wi' a wannion!" Unburdening the jolly boat of this large, heavy object gains us roughly sixteen minutes. >x chest A heavy, iron-bound sea-chest, somewhat battered from rough usage. The old sea-chest is closed. >open chest (first unlocking the old sea-chest) To my horror, the old sea-chest is locked, and I do not have the key! "You'll never open it, lad!" roars the Captain. "For the key has gone to the bottom o' the ocean, so it has, and blow me scuttle-butt if it ain't!" >i I am carrying nothing. >hint about chest The old sea-chest is locked. There must be a key around somewhere. Shall I go on? > y You must supply a noun. >hint about chest The old sea-chest is locked. There must be a key around somewhere. Shall I go on? > yes You must supply a noun. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I wonder his eyes do not pop out like corks from a bottle. It causeth him to drop his mahogany tea caddy... "Rot me, but this snuff be hot stuff!" says he, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "I'll be havin' me some strong words wi' th' manufacturer, so I will, an' ye may lay to that!" >hint about chest The old sea-chest is locked. There must be a key around somewhere. Shall I go on? > Please answer yes or no.> yes You must supply a noun. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >i I am carrying nothing. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that it is a wonder he does not blow his own brains out through his nose. "Devil doubt it, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will put me to bed wi' a shovel, so it will. Damn me for a flounder if it don't!" >take silver (the bar of silver) I now have the silver bar. "Take yer thievin' paws off me silver bar," says Booby, "or I'll spit ye like a pig, see if I don't!" Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >throw silver overboard (the bar of silver overboard) I hurl the heavy bar as far as I can manage. It lands with a splash in the ocean. "Be ye out o' your head?" roars the Captain, staring over the side. "That were a sterling silver bar ? worth its weight in gold, I tell 'ee!" Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around five minutes. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is Captain Booby's pile of plunder. Its divers contents include a mahogany tea caddy (closed), a sack of cayenne pepper and an old sea-chest. Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Captain Booby sits in the stern-sheets, picking absently at the frayed cuff of his overcoat. Scattered about the floor of the jolly boat are the Captain's quizzing-glass, a pocketknife (unfolded) and an empty wooden bucket. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I fear he will blow the top of his own head off. "Cherish me guts!" he squeals, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "This cursed snuff hath unbalanced me humours, by th' powers! Me eyes are become hot coals, and me nostrils a brace o' furnaces!" >take glass I take the Captain's quizzing-glass. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >take pocketknife I seize the pocketknife (unfolded). >hint about caddy Ye be missin' an object that might be o' use to ye in regards to the mahogany tea caddy. Shall I go on? > y The Captain's quizzing-glass might be useful to have. Shall I go on? > n Sorry, I've no more to say about that. >x glass 'Tis a single magnifying lens, mounted upon a handle. The Captain uses it to peer disdainfully at anything that does not meet his niminy-piminy standards. >magnify chest (with the Captain's quizzing-glass) The old sea-chest looks larger when looked at through the Captain's quizzing-glass. >magnify caddy (with the Captain's quizzing-glass) I examine the caddy minutely with the Captain's quizzing-glass. One of the flowers appears different! When I press this flower it proves to be a hidden catch, and a secret drawer slides open! This drawer would once have concealed a silver caddy spoon, as I do think, but instead there resides an old iron key! Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so lustily that I am amazed his head does not go off like a bomb. "Devil damn me, but, but this snuff be fiery stuff!" says he. "'Tis filthy habit, an' will make an end o' me yet. Curse me for a buttered parsnip if it don't!" >take key I take the iron key from inside the secret drawer. Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >x key It looks as though it might fit the Captain's sea-chest. >unlock chest with key I unlock the old sea-chest. Captain Booby picks up the sack. >open key It isn't something I can open. >open chest I heave open the old sea-chest, and find it filled to the brim with doubloons, double guineas, cob dollars, dog dollars, moidores, louis-d'ors and pieces of eight. Lying atop these is a cutlass with a jewelled hilt. This, the Captain snatches up, and with a cry of "sa-ha!" sets to waving it about threateningly, or fairly threateningly, since he normally has a crew of men to do the waving about for him and is something out of practice. Howbeit, the Captain is once again armed and fairly dangerous, and I dare not approach the chest lest he chop me up in little pieces. > Be bold, and speak your mind! >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is all that remains of Captain Booby's pile of plunder: a mahogany tea caddy (closed) and an old sea-chest of doubloons. Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. The Captain stands between me and his treasure chest, with jewelled cutlass in hand and his eyes agleam with wrath. He is carrying a sack of cayenne pepper. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an empty wooden bucket. >i I am carrying: an iron key a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass >hint about pocketknife A pocketknife hath many uses. I'd hang on to it, if I were ye. >hint about glass The Captain's quizzing-glass might be useful to have. Shall I go on? > n Sorry, I've no more to say about that. >hint about key Ye may throw the iron key o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw key overboard I throw the key as far as I possibly can, while the Captain looks on despairingly. Throwing out this negligible weight makes no difference whatever to our plight. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is knee-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is all that remains of Captain Booby's pile of plunder: a mahogany tea caddy (closed) and an old sea-chest of doubloons. Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. The Captain stands between me and his treasure chest, with jewelled cutlass in hand and his eyes agleam with wrath. He is carrying a sack of cayenne pepper. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an empty wooden bucket. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. "Quit yer lollygaggin', boy!" snaps the Captain. "Ye've black designs a-kindlin' i' that noggin o' yourn, I'll wager, an' I'll none of it, d'ye hear?" >z Time passes. Captain Booby picks up the wooden bucket. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is waist-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is all that remains of Captain Booby's pile of plunder: a mahogany tea caddy (closed) and an old sea-chest of doubloons. Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. The Captain stands between me and his treasure chest, with jewelled cutlass in hand and his eyes agleam with wrath. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket and a sack of cayenne pepper. Captain Booby takes his silver snuffbox from his pocket and inhales a pinch of cayenne pepper. Immediately he falls to sneezing so heartily that I fear he will blow the top of his own head off. It causeth him to drop his jewelled cutlass... "Sink me sideways, but this snuff packs a punch!" says he, wi' his eyes full o' tears. "I'll be havin' me some strong words wi' th' manufacturer, so I will, an' ye may be sure o' that!" The Captain begins to bail out, filling the bucket with water from the bilges and dumping it o'er the side, and grumbling all the while. 'til there be naught but a few inches left in the bottom of the boat. But water continues to pour in through the hole made by the round-shot, and 'twill not stop 'til all his plunder hath been tossed o'erboard! >take cutlass I now have the cutlass. "Take yer thievin' hands off my cutlass," roars the Captain, "an' then pass it o'er here so as I can cleave ye to the brisket wi' it." Captain Booby dabs daintily at his nose with a lace-edged handkerchief. >i I am carrying: a jewelled cutlass a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass >x cutlass A glittering cutlass, inlaid with gems, and very sharp. >hint about cutlass Ye may throw the jewelled cutlass o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw cutlass overboard I hurl the accursed thing far out into the ocean. "Damn ye for a malapert miscreant!" snarls the Captain. "That cutlass were a gift from the Guv'nor o' Maracaibo! A gift, says I, but if truth be told he didn't give it willingly-like. Howbeit, if I but had it now, I'd cut ye into gobbets wi' it, an' feed ye piecemeal to the sharks!" Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only two minutes. >search chest The old sea-chest is almost full of doubloons. Captain Booby picks up the mahogany tea caddy. "'Od's blood, fire and thunder, my sinuses!" roars the Captain, pinching his nose in agony. He opens his silver snuffbox and pours the remaining cayenne pepper into the sea. "'Tis time I give it up anyhow. 'Tis filthy habit I'll own, but damn me, they should put a health warnin' on that stuff!" >hint about caddy Ye may throw the mahogany tea caddy o'erboard, and ha' done with it! 'Tis of no use to ye. >throw caddy overbaord I only understood you as far as wanting to throw the mahogany tea caddy. >throw caddy (first taking the mahogany tea caddy) After a brief struggle, I manage to wrest the mahogany tea caddy from the Captain's grip. "Take your thieving paws off me mahogany tea caddy," says Booby, "or I'll cleave ye to the brisket, and be damned t' ye!" I toss the tea caddy far out to sea. "Rot me for a lubber, but you're a faithless fuddler!" roars the Captain. "Ruthless is one thing, but to deny a man a last cuppa is uncommon cruel, an' that's flat." Throwing out this near insignificant weight gains us only two minutes. >push chest overboard I can see no such thing. >x chest A heavy, iron-bound sea-chest, somewhat battered from rough usage. The old sea-chest is almost full of doubloons. >throw chest overboard (first taking the old sea-chest of doubloons) 'Tis too heavy for me to lift with all those doubloons in it! >throw dubloons overboard I can see no such thing. >take doubloons 'Tis too heavy for me to lift with all those doubloons in it! The Captain lets out a deep sigh. >throw doubloons overboard (first taking the old sea-chest of doubloons) 'Tis too heavy for me to lift with all those doubloons in it! >push chest It would be a simpler matter to throw the old sea-chest of doubloons overboard. >tip chest I didn't understand that sentence. >hint about chest Ye must needs empty the Captain't sea-chest, but 'tis too heavy to lift when full. Try treatin' them doubloons like seawater! Shall I go on? > n >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... In the stern of the jolly boat is the last of Captain Booby's pile of plunder: an old sea-chest of doubloons. Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Captain Booby stands hard by, holding the sack of cayenne pepper at arm's length. He is carrying an empty wooden bucket. >take bucket I snatch the empty wooden bucket from the Captain's grasp. "Aargh, so ye wants to bail after all, do ye? Well fair enough, says I. 'Tis no work for a captain, anyhow." >bail dubloons I only understood you as far as wanting to bail. >bail doubloons I only understood you as far as wanting to bail. >put doubloons in bucket (pouring the old sea-chest of doubloons into the empty wooden bucket) I fill the wooden bucket with doubloons. "What are ye doin' wi' that chest o' gold there?" growls the Captain, suspiciously. "It better not be what I think it be!" >bail doubloons I only understood you as far as wanting to bail. >throw doubloons overboard (the wooden bucket of doubloons overboard) Not that! I'll need it for bailing ? without it, we be sunk! >throw chest overboard (first taking the old sea-chest of doubloons) 'Tis too heavy for me to lift with all those doubloons in it! >pour out gold I can see no such thing. >pour gold into sea (the wooden bucket of doubloons into the sea) I dump out the wooden bucket into the sea, buying me five minutes. "Aargh! Not me coin as well?" screams the Captain. "Ha' the sun made a moon-calf of ye, Petey? Or ha' the weevils been nibblin' at yer brains? For that gold be your'n as well as mine, lad! Your'n as well as mine!" >x chest A heavy, iron-bound sea-chest, somewhat battered from rough usage. The old sea-chest is approximately two thirds full of doubloons. >put doubloons in bucket (pouring the old sea-chest of doubloons into the empty wooden bucket) I fill the wooden bucket with doubloons. "Belay that! Avast an' belay, d'ye hear?" squeaks the Captain, desperately. "Ye wouldn't leave your old Cap'n without a sous to his name, would ye?" >pour gold into sea (the wooden bucket of doubloons into the sea) I dump out the wooden bucket into the sea, buying me five minutes. "Ha' mercy, messmate!" begs the Captain. "Ha'n't I always treated ye well, Petey? Ha'n't I been like a father to ye, who never had'n?" "Always, Captain," I reply, "but the boat is still taking on water. I have no choice." >put doubloons in bucket (pouring the old sea-chest of doubloons into the empty wooden bucket) I pour doubloons into the wooden bucket, leaving the old sea-chest empty. "For pity's sake, boy, there's enough now! Spare me a few coin for me old age, I begs ye!" says the Captain. >pour gold into sea I dump out the wooden bucket into the sea, buying me five minutes. "Devil damn ye, ye ungrateful wretch!" screams the Captain. "This is how ye repay me is't? I as took ye under 'is fin an' raised ye from a whelp? Dandled ye on me knee? Tol' ye a yarn a' bedtime? Took a poor, lost, lubberly orphan boy, and made a pyrate o' ye? Or ha' ye forgotten?" "I have not forgotten, sir," I reply, "and aye, this is how I repay you ? by saving your life." >throw chest overboard (first taking the empty old sea-chest) I don't have enough room left to carry the empty old sea-chest. >i I am carrying: an empty wooden bucket a pocketknife (unfolded) the Captain's quizzing-glass The Captain lets out a deep sigh. >drop bucket Dropped. >hint about quizzing glass The Captain's quizzing-glass might be useful to have. Shall I go on? > y The Captain's quizzing-glass may help with the mahogany tea caddy. >throw glass overbaord I only understood you as far as wanting to throw the Captain's quizzing-glass. >throw glass I have a feeling that it might come in useful later. The Captain lets out a deep sigh. >throw chest overboard (first taking the empty old sea-chest) I haul the empty wooden chest onto the gunwales and push it into the ocean. It lands with a heavy splash before filling with water and sinking out of sight. Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around twelve minutes. >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck is sinking, her hull holed by a round-shot, and her stern is ankle-deep in water. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Captain Booby stands hard by, holding the sack of cayenne pepper at arm's length. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an empty wooden bucket. The Captain lets out a deep sigh. >throw cayenne overboard Which do you mean, the sack of cayenne pepper or the silver snuffbox? >sack (first taking the sack of cayenne pepper) I grapple furiously with the Captain until he lets go of the sack of cayenne pepper. "Take your thieving paws off me sack of cayenne pepper," says Booby, "or I'll send ye head-long to Hell, wi' a wannion!" I heave the heavy sack o'er the side of the jolly boat. It lands with a heavy splash in the sea. As the ruddy powder disperses into the briny waters, the circle of sharks grows noticeably wider. "Cherish me guts, but you're a mess o' trouble, boy!" mutters the Captain. "That sack were worth a tidy fortune, like as not, to them as likes it hot!" Throwing out this medium-sized object gains us around twelve minutes. "'Tis done, Captain!" says I. "Lookee, sir ? the shot-hole is above the waterline! We'm saved, Captain! We'm saved!" "Saved?!" roars the Captain. "Burn me! Saved, says ye? Ye've doomed me, that's what ye've done! Doomed me to a life o' penury! I as was a man o' means, as was a rich man not two hours agone! I'll see ye hang for this, m'boy. I'll set ye a-sun-dryin' like a scare-crow, ye'll see!" He picks up one of the oars and, weilding it above his head, charges towards me like a mad bull. I hasten to the prow in alarm, but the Captain trips over the midship thwart and falls flat on his face. His improvised weapon sails high over my head and lands with a splash in the ocean. The Captain scrambles to his feet and peers out to sea, where our stricken oar bobs far out of reach. "Od's bobs, hammer, and tongs ? now look what ye've made me do!" >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck has been holed by a round-shot, but the shot-hole is now well above the waterline. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Some way off the larboard bow, meanwhile, bobs our stricken oar, well beyond reach. Captain Booby stands hard by, watching me closely. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat are a single, solitary oar and an empty wooden bucket. "'Twas a nasty piece o' work, that Yateveo tree, I'll not deny," grumbles the Captain, "But 'twas worth a king's ransom to the right man, says I." >l Jolly Boat This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck has been holed by a round-shot, but the shot-hole is now well above the waterline. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... Floating just out of reach, a little way to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Some way off the larboard bow, meanwhile, bobs our stricken oar, well beyond reach. Captain Booby stands hard by, eyeing me suspiciously. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat are a single, solitary oar and an empty wooden bucket. >take oar I take the oar. "I'm dying' for a cup 'o tea, ye swivel-tongued scoundrel," moans the Captain. "But I s'pose I'll 'ave ter wait till I'm back in England, won't I, now?" >hint about oar (the oar) One of our oars is too far to larboard. We can't move the oar, but perhaps we can move the boat? Shall I go on? > n "I'd 'o looked a proper gentleman in a nice beaver hat," grumbles the Captain. "The devil knows where I'll find another." >row (the Jolly Boat) (first seating myself upon the midship thwart) I need both oars to row, lest we go in circles! >hint Right now, yer main goal be to retrieve the oar that's floatin' out to sea. Type HINT (something) or HINT ABOUT (something) to get more specific hints! >hint about oar (the oar) One of our oars is too far to larboard. We can't move the oar, but perhaps we can move the boat? Shall I go on? > y There's something else out there in the water ? something big and heavy... Shall I go on? > n >push barrel 'Tis well out of arm's reach, but mayhap I can push it with my oar... "There were coin enough i' that ol' chest for thee an' me both," bemoans the Captain. "But it all has to go, says you, an' there's an end on it." >push barrel with oar I brace the oar against the oak barrel and push, hard. The jolly boat drifts judderingly a little way to larboard. >take oar 'Tis beyond my reach. All I can do is look. 03. "I'm dying' for a cup 'o tea, ye white-livered wharf rat," moans the Captain. "But I s'pose I'll 'ave ter wait till I'm back in England, won't I, now?" >l Jolly Boat (on the midship thwart) This is the jolly boat Puck, all that is left of the Queen Mab, the ship of the dread pyrate Booby. The Puck has been holed by a round-shot, but the shot-hole is now well above the waterline. Dusk is falling, and the sun bathes the ocean in a glory of pink. Around the boat, a circle of black fins cleave the water... Floating far out of reach, some distance to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Just off the larboard bow, meanwhile, bobs our stricken oar, just out of reach. Captain Booby stands hard by, picking absently at the frayed cuff of his overcoat. Lying on the floor of the jolly boat is an empty wooden bucket. Floating far out of reach, some distance to starboard, is the heavy oak barrel, now half full of water. Just off the larboard bow, meanwhile, bobs our stricken oar, just out of reach. "I'm dying' for a cup 'o tea, ye clam-brained chunk o'rotted seahorse," moans the Captain. "But I s'pose I'll 'ave ter wait till I'm back in England, won't I, now?" >push barrel with oar The barrel is now far beyond my reach, even with the oar. "What am I to tell dear Sally, now her pearl's lost at sea?" whines the Captain. "I can see her pretty features, streaked wi' tears, all thanks to ye." >hint about oar (the oar) Ye can't reach the oar with your bare hands, but perhaps ye could reach it with somethin' you're holdin'? Shall I go on? > n "How I misses me hurdy-gurdy," says the Captain, "for there's no better instrument for a-playin' a dirge, I tell 'ee." >grab oar with oar That's not a verb I recognise. >take oar with oar (first getting off the midship thwart) I lean out as far as I dare, and attempt to recover the drifting oar with the other oar. After a few frustrating moments, my efforts are rewarded, and I manage to retrieve it. "How I misses me hurdy-gurdy," says the Captain, "for there's no better instrument for a-playin' a dirge, I tell 'ee." >row (the Jolly Boat) (first seating myself upon the midship thwart) I slide the oars into the oar-locks and haul away... Please press SPACE to continue. Excerpt from A General History of the Pyrates by Captain Charles Johnson: Chapter XVII: Of Captain BOOBY And his Crew [From the Appendix in Volume II, Continued] I rowed night and day, taking nary a break, until at last we reached New Providence. All that time, the Captain said nothing. He sat, immovable as a walrus, in the stern-sheets, scribbling away on a scrap of parchment with the burnt end of a matchstick. What he was writing, he would not say. At New Providence we beached the boat. I collapsed exhausted upon the sand, and fell asleep. When I awoke night had fallen, and the Captain had built a fire. He peered at me across the flames, and at last he gave voice. "I thought I could trust 'ee, lad. Thought we was best o' pals. Why'd'ye think I took 'ee along o' me, an' not one o' t'others?" "Captain, I..." "A couple more days o' bailin', that's all it'd took, an' we'd been rescued. A couple o' days, that's all. That treasure was your'n as well as mine. We could ha' lived like kings, lad. We could ha' lived like kings..." A solitary tear tricked down his nose, and I must confess, that my own eyes welled with tears, too. I wanted to tell him that, no, we could not have chanced another two days ? nor e'en one ? for my strength e'en then was failing, and our water all was gone. But the anger in those dark eyes flamed anew, and he went on... "Ye've denied me the comforts of me old age, that's what ye've done. Left me destitute of all human necessaries! Tossed away all me precious amenities and delicate what-nots. Things as I've troubled, fought, and aye, murdered for ? that's right! I bartered me soul for them trinkets, lad, and ye'll pay the price for it, ye will ? ye, and all thy kinsmen!" The Captain then cleared his throat, and taking the scrap of parchment in hand, began to sing a shanty: "Ho, haul away, me hearties, haul away, An' hark'ee well to what I've got ter say, For Peter Petibon and all his kin, Be cursed to fail if they dar'st begin! This curse be heavy, as heavy as lead, An' 'twill foller 'em till they be dead, For on any voyage they undertake, The weight they carry shall seal their fate! It might be gold, or cargo of freight, A heavy heart, or a burden o' hate, It matters not the form it takes, The curse will follow, and their journey breaks! How will this curse exact its due? 'Tis the Boobys' lot to carry it through! An' down the generations quench, Ol' Rupert Booby's thirst for revenge! So heed this warnin', Peter Petibon, An' pass it down to yer daughter and son, For the curse shall pass to each and ev'ry one, A legacy o' doom that cannot be undone! Ho, haul away, me hearties, haul away, And let my curse be heard today, For Peter Petibon and all his kin, Be cursed to fail if they dar'st begin!" With that, he took him to his feet and started away across the sands. By the time I reached Nassau he had already taken passage, and I never saw him again. In due course I took the King's Pardon and returned to London, where I endeavoured to make an honest gentleman of myself. In time I found employment as a clerk of the Customs House, where I earn a comfortable living to this day. But I have never forgotten those haunting words, and on moonless nights when the south wind soughs along Thames Street, carrying with it the smells of damp wood, sea air, tobacco and spices, I hear them still. *** THE END *** The saga continues in To Hell in a Hamper and will conclude with To the Moon in a Microbus... Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > amusing Have you tried... ...drinking all of the rum? ...setting fire to the Yateveo tree? ...feeding the ship's biscuit to the beaver? ...feeding the ship's biscuit to the Yateveo tree? ...kicking the bucket (a few times)? ...asking Captain Booby about things? Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > transcript off Please give one of the answers above. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > transcript Please give one of the answers above. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Jolly Boat [Previous turn undone.] >transcript off