Henley or bust (Part 2)

We'd arrived for an adventure on the river, onboard picnic and view of Henley Royal Regatta. Our wives produced a classy picnic. We boarded the Ryepeck, moored beside the Captain's castle.

"Ready to cast off, First Mate?"

"Aye-aye, Cap'n."

"Shit!... the batteries are flat as farts. Shit, shit, shit!" The Captain was distraught. "We're cruising nowhere!"

As First Mate, whilst my first responsibility was fixing the power, I was powerless! I took a philosophic perspective.

"It is what it is!"

"That it is!"

So we had our picnic there, aboard Ryepeck. With nothing to distract us from our wine.