Scrambling ashore and filling his lunges with the comforting smog of home he paused and smiled “bugger me, that’s the last time I sleep in a bloody indian boat!”.
Only the most astute observer would notice any change to the urchin as he strode back into town. The same filthy rags now had a slight added aroma of curry spice.
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Can’t wait to hear about your adventures!
Woo-hoo! We need a welcome home party at the Gangplank. I’ll have Bert paint your name on a bucket and put it in a place of honour.
welcome home, Gadget :-)
Gadget Gadget Gadet Gadget Gadget!
*bakes enough pies to feed an army*
Welcome home, boy.
Welcome home, Gadget! Good to see you again.
Yay!!! Welcome back Gadget! It’s been too long.
Them Indian boats will getcha!