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The Lucky Ship

The lucky ship I sat on the terrace at the enchanting hour when the sun has gone westward but it is not dark yet and saw a long sleek cargo ship in the bay. A well-kept ship manned by professional seafarers who have s contract and get to go home on vacation every three months. The cook is often referred to as a catering officer, sits in his spacious cabin reading a book by Hemingway. He stops reading and rest the open book on page 48 and think of all those who have never read the great writer and are only interested in his private life? It is a pity he would be remembered for the wrong reasons. The cook gets up takes a shower, since he has been up by six o´clock there is no time to shower. In the morning he has to set the dough to bake bread and there is breakfast to be seen to, and the preparation for dinner at twelve. It is dark now, the ship is well lit she looks like a princess of the sea, but the crew have no fear she will bring them safely home.

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