And then by the day. Make a day! make sales! Aye oh! A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A Long entry, the catch Scarlet Queen, Philip Connie, Master.

Position three degrees, 44 minutes south, 158 degrees. Master. departed Christmas Island after interruption of holiday plans.

Reason for interruption, the 15th its discovery Captain James Cook

who dropped the first civilized anchor off its west shore on Christmas Eve 1777

celebrated the holiday and left on the second day of the new year.

We raised the outline of its palm groves just two days short of 170 years later

and flipped into its sheltered lagoon to see what we could do to set the scene for our own celebration.

It wasn't much we could arrange for a state-side

Rotic reviewer-style Christmas scene,

but with memories and the ache ofickness to be fought by activity the crewmen

worked a change on the deck of the Scarlet Queen. An awning went up over number

two holes. Reaps was spliced out of lengths of spare hawger.

What do you think of this now, Captain?

The Christmas tree materialized out of the shaft of an oar

to which will lash branches from tandanus pie.

My son said it was draped with light lines, some dipped in red paint, some of light.

We were buried so deeply in the new Ullside atmosphere that it was only by chance that my chief mate Gallagher

lifted his head to see the stranger standing in through the reef.

Hey, couple look at the liner, Baron down on it.

It wasn't quite a liner, but it was a trim luxurious power yacht the lury

with a fortune and bright work shining in the setting sun. It knows into

Anchorage a few yards off a starboard beam and a man in a white linen suit stepped to the boat deck rail.

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