I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD. I ALSO DO NOT OWN SAILING OVER THE DOGGER BANK. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO BRIAN GULLAND, ROBIN JEFFREY, AND TIM LAYCOCK.

Off the coast of Cuba, the next morning.

As the Bountiful sailed away from Cuba, the men were bragging about all of the adventures they had. Farrokh and Donnie were no exception. They told the rest of the crew about the bar fight with BarĂ²n Montemayor. It was only a matter of time until word reached first mate Mat McDonaugh, who in turn reported them to the captain. When they were called into his quarters, they knew damn well what was about.

"What in God's name were you thinking?" Captain Wheeler asked as he eyed his men.

"Getting into a drunken brawl on foreign soil, I would have them keelhauled." Mat snapped.

"Aw, shut yer trap McDonaugh." Farrokh snapped as Mat cuffed him on the back of the head for his insolance.

"Captain, it's my fault sir." Anthony said, trying to protect his mates from punishment. "There was a man who was enslaving people by cheating at dice. I merely sought to end the cruelty." Glover stood up and paced about.

"You are quite chivalrous Hope, but chivalry can get you in trouble." Captain Wheeler replied at last.

"He good man Captain." Jioke insisted as Wheeler heaved a sigh.

"Your pay will be cut in half for this day, test me again, you'll go hungry, savvy?" He declared.

"Aye Captain." They all said.

"You're dismissed." As the men left, they could see that McDonaugh was displeased with the captain's leniency.


Off the coast of Chile, 1 week later.

As the Crew of the Bountiful continued down Cape Horn, A half hour each day was set aside for mandatory exercise. Captain Glover Wheeler believed that without proper excursion, the crew could be susceptible to boredom, idleness, and eventually...rowdiness. Therefore, he set aside some time for mandatory dancing. It proved to strengthen morale among a majority of the men; especially when they sang a good sea shanty.

(Captain Wheeler)

Sailing' over the Dogger Bank: Oh, wasn't it a treat?

Wind a-blowing east-nor'-east, we had to give a shit!

You ought to see us runnin' the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to gray Grimsby.

(Crew)

Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip, we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to gray Grimsby!

(Farrokh)

Our captain he's a Shanghai roush, he loves a pint of good ale.

Our mate he is a road stone-inspector, been seen in many's a jail.

Our mate Jioke he's a bush ranger, he comes from the African Isle.

And take a look at our old cook it gets the bugger wild!

(Crew)

Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip, we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to gray Grimsby!

(Donnie)

Watch out, twigger, as down the street she came.

High heels and painted toes, Jenny is on the game.

Jenny is one of your flash girls, can't she cut a shine?

She can do the double shuffle on the Knickerbocker line!

(Crew)

Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip, we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to gray Grimsby!

(Jioke)

We are the boys to make a noise when we come home from sea.

We get right drunk, we roll on floor, we have a jubilee!

We get right drunk and full of beer, we roll all over floor,

And when our rent is all spent we go to sea for more.

(Crew)

Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to gray Grimsby!

NEXT TIME, ANTHONY LANDS IN PERU. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.