Ship Design

Another enjoyable evening supping pale ale under a pale moon in the local rhyming slang inn, The Hope and Anchor. My good friend Peter Pun joined us for a couple of rounds, recounting his days as a master ship designer. He was in good form, obtaining a personal best of 508 before losing count. If anyone mentions his short attention span, he gives a detailed account of a major design error in which the rigging of a tall ship had been installed too loosely and the customer cancelled their order. This is known among his friends as the tale of the tension deficit disorder.

We listened to the torrential rain, laying down a furious and intricate rhythm on the metal dustbin lids, the kind of rhythm than you can still hear even when the rain has stopped. The late evening ale-inspired talk turned to treacherous voyages across The Solent and floods of recent and distant times. Peter entertained us with humorous descriptions of his designs for various types of ark. That's Peter Pun for you, forever Jung.