After a week or so of attempting play it, but producing only annoying honks and squawks, the captain had apparently met his limit. Robert said he was tooting away on the oboe when he heard a loud metallic click very near his ear. When he cautiously looked around, he met the muzzle of a .303 Enfield rifle pointed at his eye. The captain, with firm conviction said, “Just one more note, Sparks, just one more note”. Robert carefully took the oboe apart and put it in its case, where he left it for the rest of the cruise, and went to writing poetry instead.

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