“The ship’s doctor suggested we commend Jonesy to his rest in the sea.
We wrapped him in burlap and gave a quick eulogy for the old dog.
Down he went to hold parlay with the crabs with nought but a splash as his parting words to us on deck.
Jonesy did not agree with the good doctor’s assessment it would seem and has decided to return to us in the night…
He scrubs the decks, once again, and we take head count twice a day…”
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