219- Flood on the Goodwins -Vic Perrin

tired of the everyday grind have a dream of a life of romantic adventure what a get away from it all we offer you escape escape designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure For on the English Channel and wartime, on a harrowing night crossing the gray cold waters

in the small porter, and at the teller, the threat of instant death is in command, which there may be. No escape. Listen now, as escape brings you David Divine's story, flood on the good wind.

I don't understand that one. Well, about after some time. The mattress. Lusted.

Oh, good to see the living that alone was dead. I don't think we'll be finding any more bodies. Don't do any stuff settling down now. Maybe you'll figure this cut out of these. Sure to be about a couple of hundred yards to port.

Take it easy now, Auntie. Don't want a rama. Oh, who worry about me, Dondis? You start singing out. Up on the many. They're coming back. I see it. We'll come about.

We're coming around your stern. Yes. Three. What's up with the thing is, my shizin. There are and there. Three more coming up on. Any alive? No. All round. Don't you bother done this? Hi there. Can you send down a couple of men?

Sure. My mate here. He's only got one flipper. Now, look, Mac, that doesn't make any difference. What's that? A mat of your crown. I mean... No, but... Where are the bloaters, mate? A bloder. Oh, oh. Then a parrot there.

A parrot, right. A flipper, parrot, and parrot him up. He wants his card. Hi. Be sure I get my top back. All right. Better get your boy. Why? He's not the one armed men work in these days.