126- A Sleeping Draft -John Dodsworth

You, fighting life free dull. You, dreaming again of exotic places, wishing you were somewhere else. We offer you, Escape! Escape, designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure!

Escape with us now to a ship on the high seas, and a cargo of mutant criminals, As Western Marta tells it in his gripping story, a sleeping draft. That helps.

But it's like I say, you can't forget. You can never forget. It's at night that you think about it. With the water outside rushing past the hull. That's when you think that it can never be the same.

You can't trust anybody. Never. Not a soul. I can tell you you just can't trust him. Not even yourself. What is it, Mr. Fins? Mr. Fins, sir, he's ready to board, sir.

Oh, he is, eh? All right. I'm not stopping him. Sir. Yeah? He insists on bringing them aboard one at a time. What? Does he think I'm going to miss the tide? There's over 400 of them. It'll take hours.

Well, that's what I said, sir, but... I'm captain of this blasted hulk. What she is. But I'll not be told by a slum gully and lands on what to do. Mr. Finch, come aboard if you please!

I'm sorry sir, I should have resigned. Stinking to be poor devil cargo. Everything I cockalore him kept in? No, everything is not I cockalore him. What in places do you mean ordering my mate about?

No offense intended, an unti-can I hope? I want those scurvy wretches aboard now. All of them. You put them along, we're way anchor. One at a time sir, one at a time. We got to search them.