Aboard the Immaculata, at the Docks, Tuesday

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Joanna was loving this climate. She wasn't too sure what island it was across the way, but she had more than half a mind to buy it. "Andrew!" she barked. "After you bring me my champaign, you are to go mingle with the natives and see what it would take to procure my paradise. Offer them shiny things first: plastic bead necklaces, glass bonbon trays, Grant's old cuff links -- stuff like that."

She reclined, luxuriating in the sunlight. "And Andrew, send up one of the maids. She is to read aloud from the collected works of John Donne," she said. Joanna was a great fan of the metaphysical poets, even if she didn't really understand it. She took great pleasure in asking her staff to interpret what they had just read, and then laughing at their pathetic attempts.

"And Andrew," she called out again, before he had a chance to make an escape, "I'll have some fresh fruit. And smoked salmon. With capers and a fresh dill sauce."

Andrew stood there, awaiting further instructions. Joanna glared at him. "Well don't just stand there like an idiot! I've given you instructions."

[Post is totally open if anyone wants to come aboard!]