i'm reminded of a similar quest for higher knowledge:
the year was young, but the month unknown to our crew of jesters. the weather was fair. our nimble red vessle, while small in size, could cut at a respectable knottage. and could hold the required supplies and provisions with only a slight list to the aft.
fule was purchased and we embarked in the midst of a wentworth valley cold snap. tiny red pills were stored safely in our 3 man crew's stomach linings. we proceeded at high speed until our destination behind the american flag was in sight. it was to be the start of an epoch known well to the seamen, but they didn't anticipate the severity of what was to come.
a day of snowsliding in temperatures not fit for man nor' beast prooved taxing, and quick way was made to the local liquor retail shop. jugs of gilby's vodka was the deal of the day, and several were purchased, along with other confection and required materials. and red bull, mix.
vodka, in copious quantity, was made use of. childern's 'commando' style headsets were found, and battery cells installed to power the communicators.
somehow, a week passed. only out of focus photos and small tid-bits of evidence pieced together the preceeding days in a fear and loathing style.
the boarding crossing, while succesfull, was suspect to infrations of the freetrade agreement, and various other import/export regulations. sail was set for a swift northerly course, and good way was made into the night.
our next port of call found us in the montreal harbour, where the vodka supply was exausted and bar stools were fallen off of.
the next morning found the crew in poor repair. the ship was readied for the long voyage east. whilist in the pilot's chair, the captian choose an auto-pilot feature, and instructed the firstmate, myself, to take over the directional controlls, while he caught some much needed rest.
burger king prooved an interesting experiment in gastro- intestinal capabilities. le Garcons Royal du Canadiane were not impressed with our cutters steaming capibilities, and issued our captain a notice of infraction for many knots over the acceptable rate of way.
our quest for higher knowledge, however counterproductive, was a voyage for the ages...