http://strongestgirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-05-25 03:15 pm

Squirrel Campfire - Wed. Evening

After returning from her shopping trip into town, Pippi makes a B-line for the Squirrel cabin campfire.

She's got a medium sized blaze going and is cooking hot dogs on sticks over the fire while she sings.

Oh, the ships will come and the ships will go,
As long as the waves do roll:
The sailor lad, likewise his dad,
He loves the flowing bowl:
A lass ashore we do adore,
One that is plump and round, round, round.
When the money is gone, it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

Singing, Hey! laddie, ho! laddie,
Swing the capstan 'round, 'round, 'round
When the money is gone it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

[I] go and take a trip in a man-o'-war
To China or Japan,
In Asia, there are ladies fair
Who love the sailorman.
When Jack and Joe palavers, O,
And buy the girls a gown, gown, gown.
When the money is gone it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

When Jack is ashore he beats his way
Towards some boarding-house:
He's welcome in with his rum and gin,
And he's fed with pork and souse:
For he'll spend and spend and never offend,
But he'll lay drunk on the ground, ground, ground:
When my money is gone it's the same old song:
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

When Jack is old and weatherbeat,
Too old to roustabout,
In some rum-shop they'll let him stop,
At eight bells he's turned out.
Then he cries, he cries up to the skies:
"I'll soon be homeward bound, bound, bound."
When my money is gone it's the same old song:
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right. I don't suppose you have any bananas?"

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Walter rummaged in the bag and pulled out a banana. Phallic objects galore.

Walter, for no reason he could explain, peeled the banana and stuck it on a stick.

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Pup perked up at Mr. Neilson's arrival and Walter put a hand on his back to push him back down.

//It's not quite the same, but I could set the banana on fire for you if you want. If I can drink some of what you have there.//

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"He had a brilliant idea, Pippi," Walter said, reaching for the flask.

//Quick!//

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who's mucking?" Walter carefully poured a very small amount on the banana. "Mr. Neilson wanted bananas on fire."

He stuck the banana in the fire and watched it light up. "Your turn?"

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly.

Walter pulled the banana out of the fire and stuck the end of the stick in the dirt to let it cool for Mr. Neilson.

"I'd prefer to set my stomach on fire with some of that rum when you're done with it." Because that's what one does after being tested on how well one puts on a condom.

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That called for a substantial swallow of rum and a wince.

"How did that go?"

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
He passed back the flask.

"Hard of hearing?" That was a new one. "He didn't call the troopers on you?"

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmhm." He obviously hadn't had enough of that rum, even if it was Pippi's special sauce.

"I'm sure he was all over you with thanks, then."

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
What was wrong with stoic?

"Does that mean he didn't try to call the troopers on you?"

[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"He needed his head checked before he hit it." Walter peeled another banana and held his hand out to Pippi for the rum. The one he'd cooked for Mr. Neilson smelled good.