When the wedding was over, the saiLor went back to his boat (See 1276 - TOAST). Despite the jollities of the wedding he looked downcast and grumpy. The trouble was that, what should have been neat coils of rope were a jumbled mess. With a scowl that could kill at 100 paces, he went off in search of the apprentice who'd been left in charge of tidying the ropes.
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