Transcribed for Nellie by the Old One
As most of you know I am not overly fond of passages. I don’t care for seafood, and I detest the sanitation situation aboard this vessel. In fact, truth be known, I am not all that happy with boat life. In consequence of these considerations I have begun to devise a scheme that may allow me to return immediately to my native northwest roots.
The Old One is making plans to head out. I have heard him on the phone and I have watched him begin to organize his bags. It is definite, within a few days he is out of here and I have to say I will be a little sorry to see him go. We are nearly on friendly terms. I have worked hard to train him and it has paid off.
So kind reader, I ask you, would it be wrong of me to take advantage of his kindness and my hard work. I think not, and that is why I have come up with a scheme to escape my incarceration on this vessel.
He has a large roll on bag. He brought a ton of gear down here for Mom and Dad so he’s going back light. If I can find a way to stash some kibbles in there and hide myself amongst the debris, I could be home in a few days. I’d have to dodge the customs the customs man of course, but I think it’s doable. Hmmmm… there are many obstacles but there are also many possibilities.
Hi, I’m back, the others are ashore and I took the opportunity to explore the Old Ones luggage. He’s a bit simple, closing his door to keep me out of his room, but leaving the cat door, aka porthole, open right from the cockpit to his bunk.
Anyway there’s plenty of room in that big bag of his and I’ve already stashed two days worth of kibbles under his salty old clothes. I’m ready! Another day or two and I’m out of here.
He’s really gotten sweet on me, so even if I get caught going through the border I’m sure he’ll bail me out.
My plan is to stowaway back to Port Townsend and then make my way to Aunt Susie’s house. I’m sure she’ll take me in. She’s always had a thing for me.
Well everyone wish me luck this will be quite a scam if I can pull it off.