Davy Bones and Chuck Farthing: Steam Engines

From time to time, on those summer days when either captain should be not at sea, the weather being just so hot and humid that the old sea-dogs dared not step a foot outside, Davy Bones and Chuck Farthing would often hide away in the shade of some old abandoned seaside shack, and there they would drink or puff the day away in idle talk.

Sometimes these talks would be of important things, while at other times they could be nothing more than just that–idle ramblings, and since either man was none so young this was the case more often than not.

Neither man understood the younger generation, and being skeletons did nothing to help bridge the disconnect between youth and over-seasoning. But it mattered not at all to them, for they knew the old ways were the right ways, and they knew why the new ways were the wrong ways.

“Take steam engines, if yer will,” said Davy Bones as he rocked back and forth, puffing on his pipe with the lungs he didn’t have. “No good can come of ’em steam engines. If ye want me thoughts on that, I would say the apple be only so good as the pear…”

Chuck Farthing rocked in his chair as well, stroking his big beard while cupping a skeletal hand to his ear. “Eh, what’s that mean?”

“What’s what mean, Chuck me friend?”

“An apple and a pear?”

“Ye’re speakin’ gibberish now,” says Davy, adjusting his patch from right eye to left, as was his want. “But speakin’ of, I tell ye no good can come of ’em steam engines. Like apples and pears, I always say…”

Chuck Farthing snored with his skull resting against the head of the rocking chair, his pipe all but lodged down his throat. Davy saw him thus, and being the close friends as they were he fetched his cane from the floor and flailed him over the head, knocking his skull clean off and shattering the rest of him.

“What were it?!” cried old Chuck in a fit of surprise. “Earthquake? Hurricane?”

“No, no, you was sleepin’ again, was all, and I seen how ye were ’bout to swaller yer pipe so I woke ye up. Ye’re wont to hurt yerself one o’ these days.”

“Arr. Thanky, Darvy.”

“Davy.”

“Who?”

“Eh, never ye mind, Charles. Ye always was a forgetful sort. Smart though, not like the young sprogs these days, always with their new ways. Take steam engines, if yer will. No good can come of ’em steam engines. If ye want me thoughts on that, I would say the apple be only so good as the pear…”

“What’s that mean?”

“What’s what mean, Chuck me friend?”

“I don’t remember…”

“That be mighty strange; neither do I.”

As I have already mentioned, a goodish many of the conversations held by Davy and Chuck were idle babblings.

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