Gus and his hardy adventurers are in dire straits indeed (never mind about that rock band jape, we've all done that one to death already). Gus thoughtfully provides a link to a source of commemorative T-shirts just as it seems the Lucky Sue and her plucky crew are about to meet their Maker. One would hope that there would be a titch more floatation in the garments on offer than there appears at first glance.
I looked to see if they had a "Mae West" model but was disappointed to find it's merely Beefy-T and not even a "girly." It seems a shame, because the addition of one of those little yellow inflatable vests (often given away as souveniers on certain aircraft unlucky enough to experience a "water landing") would be a handy selling point.
My dear snuggs has put in a good word with a bewildering array of deities; I'm sure that Chad the cabana boy and all the rest of the staff will also join me in offering up whatever hopes or good thoughts they think fit for the survival of "our" band of sea-rovers.
And now, we must await further developments. I do hope that there are no carnivorous whales or sharks still in the area of the Sea Witch's Claws; we don't need that complication (though surely that wouldn't stop them if they decided to barge in and mess up a perfectly dignified and tragic denouement).
I do hope Gus has one more sly trick up his sleeve; pity he's just got the one to work with.
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