Oct 27, 2021
1 mins read
On the air steamer Apollo, before guests arrive, the staff and crew get everything just so, hoisting supplies aboard, cleaning rooms, taking on more water, removing rubbish, arranging the menu and, with the rolling wooded High Wolds to port of Apollo, and the soon-to-be-silver lake to starboard, singing a mangled rhyme of Cap'n Flynn, Jack Tar, and Sonny Jim to the pink light of dawn and the beckoning horizon.
ALL : Oh listen here! There was a young man
By the name o' Sonny Jim,
Who worked with the sticky capstan
Aboard the old Seraphim,
And charmed the ladies fair and fine
Though he only cared for Jack
Who only cared for sweet summer wine
And the meat of the leatherback.
And bonny Jack Tar, likely lad,
Sailed seven seas and more besides,
In search of ev'ry drink he had,
And ev'ry turtle he a-spied,
Steered too close to the Seahawk,
That mighty pirate ship,
And Cap'n Flynn was drawn to stalk,
To still Jack's insolent quips.
With his crew, Brenda, Alan, Claude,
Flora, Henry, Davey, Don,
James and Gill both big and broad,
O'Connor the Amazon,
Billy, Monty, Ellis, Joe,
Francis, Pedro, Ian, Clyde,
Swearing they would lay poor Jack low,
That he would find no berth to hide.
In the Raffa Isles, they caught him,
And sent his young gallant heart
To the lamenting Sonny Jim
Who came after them right smart.
But Sonny Jim was a clumsy clot
With a heart that's easy led,
So saw he Flynn and oh! Great Scott,
The fat salty tears he shed
For the handsome old cap'n's face
Made Sonny swear, hand on heart,
Revenge was not the cause he chased,
And never, never more to part.
Not the true ending but one they remember. And soon they start the song again.