“Right. So, you've done it yourself have you?” said Orangebeard.
“No, Captain, I can't say that I have.”
“Then exactly how do you know what the trips like?”
“A bloke down the pub told me,” said the Mayor, confidently. “He seemed to know what he was talking about.”
Orangebeard and Ollie thanked the Mayor for his kindness and left him with the assurance that their unscheduled trip to Elfin Bay would be kept to themselves. It wouldn't be entered in any log, and no one would do them the disservice of talking about it (except Gossipybeard that is, who couldn't keep a secret if he tried. He'd attempted it a couple of times, but such was the pressure that he'd near enough had a stroke. Consequently, upon their return, he'd waste no time in flapping his gob to everyone that he met about the ex
