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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for March 2, 2003:  Piratical Adventure
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Sunday March 2, 2003

Note: Due to copyright laws, I am hesitant to include the definitions
and pronunciations of the words of the day.  I have provided the
websites for each so that you can look up the words for yourself.  

This is an exercise in writing discipline.  I am trying to get into
the habit of writing something every day.  I figure if I use the words
of the day from two sources in a sexual context, I will have
inspiration and motivation.  

And now, on to Hammon Wry's Words of the Day!
(C) E. Howe   2003
All rights reserved

Dictionary.com's word of the day: countermand
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/03/02.html
M-W.com's word of the day: jocund
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Mar.02

The boatswain tied Lady Miriam's hands together with the line. He had
passed the bitter end of it through the pulley on the yard arm above
them earlier.  All that remained was to take up the slack to make her
dangle just above the deck of the ship, her toes reaching for the
rough boards below.  

"All right, boys, heave to and hoist her up!" The pulley squeaked as
she was lifted.  Gagged, she could not cry out.  She writhed,
twisting.  Not-quite-jocund laughter scuttled amongst the men, trying
to counter the nervousness they felt as such a breech of their
captain's orders.
  
"Belay that!" The countermand rang out, and to emphasize the point,
the captain grabbed one of the belaying pins from the rack on the
gunwale and lifted it to throw. The Boatswain turned to see his
captain squinting at him, the wooden pin poised.  He knew the
captain's aim was true.  If he moved one muscle, even to drop the whip
in his hand, the heavy pin would come whirling like frightened grouse
to send him into night.  

The two men stood frozen, watching one another.  Lady Miriam twisted
beside them like some exotic fruit, the prize for the winner left to
pluck her. 


Hammon Wry

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