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Panel01: baby in a bib with dummy and baby bonnet, [When I was six weeks auld I decided tae run awa' tae sea … I could speak awfy weel by that time, tae….]Baby Lobey: “Nuts tae this! I'll run awa' the night an' get a job as a sailor ….”
Panel02: tiny baby with possesions in a hanky on a stick on the quay at the side of ship with a single port hole and rigging with a sailor looking over the gunwhale. [So next morning at Plantation Quay.]Baby Lobey: “Ony chance o' a job as a sailor, Mac?.” Sailor: "What age are ye?" Baby Lobey: "Six weeks…." Sailor: "Aye, aye, mate, come aboard."
Panel03: Baby stands on the boat deck knee height to the sailor with bare feet, striped breeches, a large stick in his belt and a bandana around his head.Baby Lobey: "Whaur's yer boat goin' tae Jack?" Sailor: "The Caribbean - we sail tonight!"
Panel04: On the deck of the boat, baby in the foreground, in the background before the mast a man with a peg leg, belt with stick and hands drawn as shovels who waves them about and shouts.[It wisnae until efter the boat sailed that I discovered it had a brutal captain called 'Black' Swite … He was ten feet tall an' had haun's on him like shovels ….] Captain: "Avast there, ye dogs! Splice the fo'c'sle and run out the mizzen mast if you can find it for it's been mizzen since last Tuesday … Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle o' rum!"









