THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter II

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter II

The distance from the bar to the wharf was not that far, although the rough surface of the port area was difficult to negotiate, as the habit patterns of the Inuits, who were the dominant Eskimo tribe endemic to the area, cast aside anything used or unusable without...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter III

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter III

 I learned from Don, my bunkie and fellow de-frocked PhD, that the ship was never referred to as the “MS World Discoverer,” which was painted in black across her white prow and in white across her black stern.  Unlike most ships, because of seafaring lore about...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter IV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter IV

 The bar on the Lido deck is where I settled in for the afternoon run out toward the Diomede Islands.  Passengers were drinking like proverbial fish and talking like magpies, so it didn’t take long to learn that our speed approached nine knots.  That put our...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter V

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter V

The washroom door swung open. Felipe stepped through the entrance, dropped a pile of dry clothes on the floor, and then looked at my nakedness. I had nothing to hide anything with.  He stared for a few seconds, looking openly at the roadmap of my career.  His eyes met...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter VI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Seven, Chapter VI

I moved through throngs of passengers populating the corridors of the ship.  Murmurs of “doctor” came from some of them, as they reacted to my surgical scrubs.  I had removed my coat.  The temperature maintained inside the vessel hallways was always high,...

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