Shaking Off The Lotus
January 14th 2004 That is the last time I allow shore leave when we stop to take on fresh water. The inhabitants of that abominable island do nothing all day but eat the flower of the lotus. Despite their near-comatose condition, they somehow found the wherewithal to tempt my men into trying their infernal weed. I've never seen so many grown men crying and wailing, like children cut-off from the teat too soon.
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