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In the center of the cantina there was a gathering of rowdy, vulgar-
mouthed sailors, drinking like fishes. They were looking right at Astra,
and motioning for her to come over.
”Those guys seem attracted to me,” said Astra. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Let’s go over and talk with them. That should help us blend.” ”Sure, why not?” said Fred, nursing his Grasshopper. ”Looking at me, boys?” said Astra in her best attempt at a seductive voice. ”Actually, no” said the tallest of the sailors. “We be looking at HIM.” He pointed right at Fred and the other sailors grinned and winked in Fred’s direction. The sailor that had spoken was swarthy looking man, if ever there was one. Astra thought she could vaguely make out barnacles growing underneath his coarse beard. But the sailor's lavishly decorated uniform identified him as a respected captain in the Hespanish Armada, whether he smelt of fishwater or no. Astra could hardly believe that lonely sailors would be more attracted to Fred than to her. But what happened next was even more surprising. ”Arrrr," said the tall sailor to Fred. “Me be Seacaptain Fogeno of the Bloated Seal. What be your moniker?” ”I be- Err, I am Lord Fred of Suffex.” Fred found himself unusually attracted to the captain, but didn’t know why. (If you don’t know either you need to reread episode 18723). ”Care to dance, landlubber?” asked the Captain. Fred blushed. “Uh, sure. I guess so.” ”Excellent,” Fogeno replied, a toothy grin creasing his weather- beaten face, “I’ll make a ‘hardened’ sailor out of ye yet!” Fred and Fogeno hit the dance floor. Who led?
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