169- Jetsam

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A crouched in the center of a barren room, the heat of the tropics numbing your brain, your bare hands bleeding and torn. While facing you, his giant hands reaching for you is the brute of a man whose life depends upon his killing you.

Listen now, as Escape brings you John Russell's unusual story, Jatsome! The pub known as the Crown and Anchor was much like any of its fellow establishments along the Sydney waterfront.

It was noisy and ill-lit and always crowded with a clientele that worked hard at being boisterously happy. The liquor was cheap and potent and quickly available. At the Crown and Anchor there was a little something for everyone.

You were acquaintances, male or female, old friends to be met, and of course arguments. Those wonderful, time-consuming, liquor-bread arguments. What was that again? I say it again. You bloody English think you won the war you sell.

Well that's how filthy things are saying. Or maybe you wanted yourself in your pretty little skipper. Well at least I didn't spend my time mucking a bite in the desert with Montgomery. And now you don't learn!

Too big lumbering crew! Oh, ma'am, it's just collapse! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Here, give me a hand elf, we'll chuck him out in a street. Sitting in the waiting room of Morley and son, solicitors, Junius Peabody couldn't remember too well everything that had happened.