Stavanger Bay i prayed heaven today would bring its hammer down on me

murgash waited; neither patient nor still. at last a siren hailed him and he rose immediately, head bobbing with a garish string of drool about his lips.

he smiled, a gushed and obscene thing -- for the creature that approached him was a most leathered virago; he did not hide the appreciating wander of his eye. she looked tough, and perhaps a bit cross - he thought recent sleep might have hung off the corner of her eyes.

"OI!" he returned in a crooning cajole, his demeanor completely shifted into one of delightful obesiance. "hullo moi lay-dee -- " he paused and drew his scraggly form up to its full height, a flourish of a bow given respectfully. "oi'm ole murgash -- murgy if ya loikes -- now, kindly beaut-ee, whares m'boi smokey et? oim to see him and his pritty sister, skellidog's orders."