Doctor Sphinx sighed the sigh of a 3000 plus year old Sphinx, as he washed the hand which had taken hold of the leprechaun's shirt - the left hand, naturally, as the right is reserved for more noble deeds - with copious amounts of high-concentration bleach, to cleanse it from all hints of Black Death, St Anthony's Fire, or any other rare disease he was sure
@Sam91 would have an encyclopedic knowledge on.
This crew certainly still needed a lot of training. The
@GreenWizard for example. How hard is it to close one's mouth when making light conversation on ocean politics with a mermaid?
And
@christine40. How difficult is it to make one's Captain some delicious, oven-cooked ribs on request? He glanced at Captain
@DavidFirth. Even if the captain in question is getting a little portly.
And Captain DavidFirth. Had he only given the mermaid some sparkly trinkets, a dime or a shilling, even perhaps the upper half of a bathing costume to help shield the leprechaun's eyes from being so magnetised, instead of uttering all that neanderthalic grunting, Ariel would have cooked him up the entire shark...
The shark!!! The Great White Shark which had been bearing down toward the doctor suddenly registered, as the pulleys and levers in his ancient brain system finally groaned and clanked their way into the present - but it had already been taken care of... by
@LaSorcia... again!
'I will really have to watch that mysterious aristocrat,' he thought to himself, as she gaily extended an already uplifted pinky in his direction to signal a cheery hello, whilst she sipped her tea and supped her scones - it was scone-break time for LaSorcia again.
'No, if anyone around here was trustworthy, it was good, yarmulke-wearing-fashionable, dependable Sam91. It was Sam who dared to wield the sharpened, orbital exenteration tool - even if it's use was barbaric and Doctor Sphinx had later been compelled to destroy it, it was Sam who continuously guarded the moral standards of the CF crew with her ever-present guillotine of righteousness, her stern face and yarmulke of painful-but-spiritually-beneficial-minor-surgery warnings of what might come if standards dropped, it was Sam91 who was ever experimenting and pushing for the progress of science. Sure, she had her little quirks - her unending experimentation on fellow crew members, her taxidermy, her fondness for collecting toes - but these sort of things were to be expected. She was, afterall, left-handed.
'But what about Dirk1540?' a familiar voice in his mind interrupted the good doctor's own thoughts. 'He was a good crew member.'
'Oh, errr, hi there Sam91. Fancy speaking to you like this... In my thoughts'. The doctor noticed that Sam91 wasn't wearing a yarmulke this time. 'I didn't know you could read thoughts.'
Speaking out loud, for the benefit of the others, the good doctor continued 'Uhhh. Yes. Dirk was an acceptable crew-member, I guess, until his untimely demise. Not eating his salad and all'.
@christine40's maniacal laughter continued, and Doctor Sphinx considered asking Sam91 if there was a scientific way to bottle it, and release it at another time when he wanted to appear both crazy and scary.
The maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, however, when
@*LILAC kindly placed a plate full of fresh salad onto the table of DavidFirth, and the Captain began to eat...