Queen Anne Pistols and the Dealer on King George Road (19

Log entry, the catch-scall at Queen Philip Carney Master. Position 36 degrees, nine minutes south, 153 degrees, 17 minutes east. Wind light, sky fair. Remarks, departed Sydney, Australia after involvement in British law. Reason for involvement, the Queen Anne pistols and the dealer on King George Road.

Spend three days in the bustling harbor of Melbourne on our run up the eastern or straight in coast to Sydney. We put a general cargo into our holds, and by sunset of the third day, we were ready to cast off and clear port on the ebbing tide.

And the clatter ball to crew out of their counters. Turn back to give the go-ahead to two crewmen standing ready to heave the gangway aboard. Hey, Captain! Here's the light fitter to one to come aboard!

An undernourished-looking character and well-worn tweed stood on the dock near the gangway. He was waving a paper wrapped box in my direction. I've been calling you out. I've got a package of lights to send you with you.

You'll be paid well. Alright, bring it aboard. I learned in the shipping office and the never time as I was journeying to Sydney. Are you clear the package through the office? Oh yes, is the package.

Uh huh. I'd express it, you know, but they handle things so badly. And I'd like to have it delivered personally. So who? An antique gun shop at 272 King George Road, Sydney. Broke's a fat gent named Arthur Worthing.

You're paying answer. That's fair enough. What is it? He's just a small box captain, but uh, have a care. Told an abrasive 18th century pistols and if the truth were known captain, more than one murder has been committed not only by them but over them.