Mr. James Stringfellow 
At Work 
Sixth day 
Short Range Practice, Gunnery Drills, Repel Raiding Party and 
lower deck inspection kept both shellbacks and pollywogs busy till late 
in the afternoon. The Royal Party being exceptionally proficient in all 
these phases of good seamanship, spent the day composing words of wis- 
dom which they despatched by messenger, radio and telepathy. 
ROYAL EQUATORIAL PALACE, 
MAJESTIC CHAMBERS 
SHELLBACKS GREETINGS! ! ! ! 
Comes now to me, the Royal Prosecuting Attorney, from the Right 
Royal detective amazing reports of the disrespectful, nay contemptuous, 
acts and words of the landlubbers and pollywogs with whom you are at 
present afflicted. 
Be ye of good cheer and rest assured that His Majesty never possess- 
ed a more diligent and energetic Prosecuting Attorney. With the aid of 
our most efficient detective force, and the Royal Bloodhounds, not one 
contumacious act or word shall escape me. When the day arrives, they 
shall find it all in the BIG BLACK BOOK. 
Those irksome pollywogs and landlubbers are warned that should 
any try to escape punishment through retaining clever counsel, or by an 
attempt to bribe the jury, the most Royal Prosecuting Attorney will take 
proper and drastic measures to protect His Majesty’s Court of Justice from 
the dishonor of letting the guilty go free. These measures will consist 
of a severe sentence for said counsel and suspension of the jury, in order 
that justice may go forward unhampered. 
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22 July. 
I desire at this time to congratulate Long John Silver on the efficient 
Intelligence System he has built up among the pollywogs themselves. 
NONE SHALL ESCAPE ! ! ! ! 
Royal Prosecuting Attorney. 
Filed in the Archives of the 
Hall of Justice. 
Davy Jones, Royal Scribe. 
A poor pollywog after reading the Royal Prosecuting Attorney s 
words of wisdom became hysterical and threw a fit. He came out of it 
lamenting — 
A lament there shall be for every occasion, 
Lest its pomp shall suffer of sheer degradation, 
And out of this Tennyson, Wadsworth combined, 
A poetic qualm shall rise so refined. 
It’s bitter, it’s cussed, it’s utter delusion, 
To render sweet phrases in dire confusion, 
Yet ’mid all this bickering banter and stuff, 
I’ll take pen in hand and write ’till enough. 
’Till enough is said in regards to our plight, 
We creatures, we pollywogs, straining in sight, 
Just to behold one mere flit of justice, 
From dignified fools, shellbacks, so help us. 
Mr. Fred Adams 
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