Still working on writing this version.

Down by the entrance to the dock’s warf, the three sheets to the wind, masted galleon sailing ship has a friendly escort that accompanies them into the protected water’s of the local harbour’s, shipping port of call quay. 

He’s a mate that has been with them since the high open sea’s, low tide trade route between countries.

So you don’t get caught out, in a shallow grave, buried in the sand, beached with the changing tides while unloading, scraping the bottom of the hull keel.  

He’s a wayfarer drifter that tags along for free, never get’s lost at sea following the ship, hitch hiking a smooth ride in the wake of the ships, slip steam.  Happily swimming along behind with the wind whistling, breathing down his neck.

Roughing it 

He’s a strapping young lad, old seaweed dog, otter called Kelpie that loves to fish, has a sleek smooth broad body with a head in a wet suit/a black nose pad.

He has the sleekest silky smooth waterproof fur coat of the densest kind of fur that traps the air bubbles in it for insulation from the cold and buoyancy to float and swim.

He’s a otter that’s in it for the long haul with a born privilege, letter of marque, authority as a seamen privateer that gives him the right in life to steal a bit more time when he’s lightweight and skinny dipping, starving for a hearty meal by weighing up the odds of survival and filling his loose wads, folds of skin, pockets under his armpits with token of money, rocks so he can buy himself a bit more time in life, deep sea diving for short periods with his pouches pulling on his purse strings, heavy with the hidden weight of the treasure trove chest, rocks worth their weight in gold, helping him to stay down for a little bit longer foraging on the ocean floor.

You can’t have it both ways float and sink./sink or swim problem.

When he surfaces to eat, his freefall of food, he dig’s deep in his pockets, to find his stowaway token of money rocks, floating on his back he cracks the shell fish open, on his rock hard stomach.

He’s a bit of a tight fisted, old scrouge that dosen’t like to part with his token of money, rocks easily and never throws them away frivolously. 

After dinner he has fun juggling his favourite rocks from one side to the other and swoping them over in his pockets.  Tighten’s his belt, always hiding his money overnight in his floating waterbed mattress, so he dosen’t break the bank saving it for later for when his a bit more strapped for cash.

Because he has a sinking feeling he’ll need it tomorrow.

Floating the stock market of fish/shares with the kids

He’s like a sinking ship, vessel overloaded with stones

Free fish

A bit wet behind the ears on dry land can’t walk far with webbed feet.

He can do it with his eye’s closed principal vessel/body that a otter uses to navigate/ that can navigate using his cat of nine tails whisker’s to sense the vibrations and sound waves underwater, hunting the fish up.  He barks and chases after the fish, herding them up onto the shallow sand bank, braker bar’s where the waves crash on the shoreline, to eat with the other otter’s or corner’s them and traps them near the built up man made stone seawall, rocky rubble embankments around bridge pier’s.

He has trial runs, making it a competition with the other otters, practicing his shepherding skills, following the leader without scattering the fish in every direction.

By hook or by crook, up to their neck’s in trouble with the fisherman staff, getting tangled up in their nets/pulling them out  or stealing their fish

A pain in the neck

Stick your neck out, short temper

Up to your neck in trouble

Neck and neck racing alongside

Breath down someone’s neck

Save your neck/skin

Pull

Knee jerk reaction, leaning over the side

Exasperating

Infuriating

Bothersome

Frustrating

Irritating

Nettlesome

Helping the fisherman ships and boats of the high seas

Cork Buoys floating?

Cloned sheep bucket hats on the otters fishing

Electric eel

Jumps over any underwater reefs, obtacles in their way, steers them on a straight and narrow course, path of current.

Wheeling them around swimming alongside them, flanking their side, turning them where he wants them to go, getting them to change direction.

He is in a class of his own, teaching them a lesson, learning to school the fish, sometimes traping them in a floating slipknot net of underwater tangled seaweed.  Fetches the fish

Applies pressure by moving in close, pushing them forward, then releases the pressure and backs off when they change course, go in the right direction, do what he wants.

Heel and turn for homeland with catch of the day fish

Before they keel over with exhaustion.

Nippy weather

Nipping

Riding the waves with rip curl sea horses

Bite’s crusty crabs with his jaws that are bone crunching

He dosent need commands, always acts on animal instinct.

He heads them off with his body and blocks their path,

Sometimes bridging the gap, getting other otters to come behind and move them forward then block their escape exit with their solid wall bevy of bodies.

wind whistling them up, through the breaker wave tunnels

rip curl sea horses

Pens them up with rip curl sea horses flanking his side

Go behind

Gets the other otter’s guiding and

panting with their tongue’s

Sits and waits heels at your leg/landlegs/legs of distance

dog paddling

Walk on water, skating on thin ice

run

Steady themselves, slow down when they need to

Hurry up

Command all the attention

Heel

Whistle commands from the squirrels imaginary friend

Seven seas, Trade winds

Great barrier reef

basket case pirates/parrots/scalley wag squirrels

small coves

Spoting a fleeting look at the otter’s

That’s an erie watchtower at night

He’s a jack of all trades with his union of mate’s

flying the flag for Great Britain

Badger’s building jails to lock up stage

Can pole dance/climb poles

Down by the mouth of the river that stares the ocean’s estuary, entrance in the face on the great British Isle

…………………………………………………………………………………… Pirates

pirating

Cape Horn, Unicorn Horse

have their guts for garters, hang drawn and quartered

jim rummy

catching a Glimpse

Blackbeard mussles

Hunter and gatherer’s on the seabed floor

seaworthy vessel that holds water

nautical miles a day

sea borne wayfarer babies

……………………………………………………………………………………ffreedom of the city-moles

Flagships with sails

Pick pocket

Golden triangle quadrant navigation

Old English

Compass

4 mastered carrack

Merchant ships

Clinker construction

Spoter’s fee

Valuable pelts

Brutual

Rare sight to behold

Clinker v’s carvel

Pine marten masts

Elm for keels

Primarily built of durable English oak

Elkhorn slough

Salt marsh

Sea grass matting

Beached whales

Dog tag, war ships/sailor’s

As far as the eye can see

Crownest basket case

Scallywag squirrel stowaway ride’n it out

Parrot feet

Talking parrot

Spoting the otters, rafts lost at sea

Ship wrecked

Maritime history of England

Hunt on the ocean floor

Spoters fee

Shell/hull of the boats

Electric eel grass

Rudder

Clinker contruction

Wayfarer drifter

Where the boats/ships dock and moor for the night

Oared vessels

Galleons

Shipwrecks of seaweed

Terra Nova Version

When he’s a stones throw away from resurfacing with a catch, he empty’s out his pockets, swaping the tokens of money rocks, bartering for the seafood, then heads for the air to give the crew a run for their money in the daylight saving robbery buckaneer’s at sea

 

Gives the other otters a run for their money on the surface.

in the daylight saving robbery buckaneer’s at sea

The seaman with tanned crow’s feet wrinkled eye’s from squinting at the sun on the flat horizon, can spot him peering through their telescope’s seeing what they can spy from the lookout vantage point, tubby barrel seat, big bird nest at the top of the masthead mainstay, freshwater drink sobering thought of rain, soaked oak barrel time out chair

Come in spotter your turn at a shift

taking shifts from atop of the deck