More tales of Micheal the spurred, part two

Michael and the Siren (part two)

Her expression was a combination of smug and haughty , as befits a Siren. (It is not well known but any Siren who is seen to grin, laugh, pull silly faces and so on, is banished at once and can only come back as a goldfish)
Now on that day, a tall Knight with a trim beard and flowing golden locks came by, mounted on his silver powerboat. (the low thruuum of the turbocharged engines made the Sirens tummy go delightfully squiggly, but of course the expression on her face didn’t change)
The Knight, who’s name was Boris, drove with great flair and a certain difficulty as his gratuitously long foredeck was almost out of sight. It must be admitted that Boris was short-sighted and so vain he refused to wear anything but ‘Raybans’ but he did have some new contact lenses. A long range one for his right eye and a short range one for his left! (remember that, it’s important!)
However, what with the delicious noise of the engine and the giant foaming waves of the wake as Boris drove around the turtle in extravagant circles, the Siren was quite enchanted and agreed to go for a ride.

Now Michael the spurred had not been idle and unknown to his friends he had been taking sailing lessons. (unfortunately these didn’t include navigation, but this was not to matter as we shall see) He had saved up enough from chocolate muffin sales to buy a small boat. So, one fine day, when the wind was in the right direction Michael and Princess, who had agreed to come because of all the fish, (but not the Dragon who was now too fat and sleepy) set off to find the perfect olive. After some small problems, the type of which effect all sailors (chain mail rusting and sword getting in the way while sail changing) they arrived at the Mediterranean and asked some locals the way to the perfect olive. Now it happened that these friendly people were difficult to understand, for reasons that will become clear. They spent a lot of time standing very close to each other and shouting, although seemingly with good humour.

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About mikeinkwazi

I am in my seventies and live in the west coast of Scotland, with the sea at the bottom of my garden. I have been variously, a sculptor an art teacher, designer, inventor, organic grower and last but never least, a blue water sailor. By the way, I have been telling stories and writing nonsense all my life!

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