Going with the Flow

Taxis honking their horns, porters, scallywags looking for pennies, the deep throb of the funnel as she gets underway.  There’s nothing to beat the romance of a cruise, well not an inter-island one.  The dinner gong sounded, but only after I had made leek / mushroom / onion / bacon with a creamy nutmeg/cheese sauce and penne pasta.  As requested by CMC.  Ian Croy even had time to swipe the living room lum.  As I was typing this a couple of paragraphs slipped into the waves.  Splashed with swirling shades of blue we all voyage on, dancing on the waves.  Fighting the wind we adjust our sails.