“Yes I remember the ship, ran aground in a
storm a few years ago. I’m surprised there was still beer on it,” John said
surprised.
“That’s right, turns out it was hidden in a
secret compartment someplace. Anyhow, our man found it and here it is. Sure is
good, eh folks?”
“Still tastes fine even if it’s two years
out of date!” Sarah laughed.
More beers were handed around and the party
began. Sarah dished up the thick stew that smelled heavenly and tasted exotically;
Lee was the first to finish and asked for more, which he got. More beers popped
and a crate soon was empty, the second started. Drinking, eating, having a
laugh and target practise with an old .22 air rifle, dated 1928!
Red stacked up empty beer cans on the wall
and dared anyone to drink a beer in one go and to hit five cans without a
single miss. No easy feat as the gun was only single shot.
John shot first after downing a beer in
seconds but he missed due to belching loudly, his whole body rocking like a
drunken policeman. His remaining shots got three tins, not bad but not good. He
passed the gun to Lee so he could get more stew and a pint glass of moonshine
and watched Lee from the corner of his eye. John paused in mid drink, then
spoke, “Hey, you’ve not said what we’ll get if someone gets five hits? What do
we get?”
“Well…” Red commented stumped on this one.
“I know what you will get, anyone who gets
five cans in a row,” Sarah said slyly smiling. She disappeared inside a moment
while Lee got all five empty cans. He whooped in joy, beat that lads! Red got
two, the worst performance due to his beer intake. Gun Barrel joined Lee in
five. Sarah’s go now…
“C’mon gal, it’s your turn. Show us lads how
it’s done,” Red shouted.
“Hang on a minute lads, I’ll give you your
prizes in a sec,” Sarah replied.
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