Day 18 MUTINY!!

I (call me Fletcher) had to take the ship. The Captain.... errr Admiral.. is in shackles laying in the bilge. I think he knew it was inevitable.... he put up little resistance.

The Captain is all about routine. This afternoon he fired up his "passage cigar" and I could take it no longer. For the last 18 days, I've sucked in the second hand smoke of 18 passage and 17 after dinner stoogies. These stoogies are huge and burn for at least an hour. There is no escape from the nausiating fumes. I won't even go into all the other daily routines...

I can now take endless showers, shit on demand, and shout out my own commands. Sail on!!!