Gripping the handrail firmly with both forepaws he asked me, 'Are these the Needles You Can't Thread?' and I confirmed that was indeed the answer to one of the Riddles of the Seven Wonders of the Isle of Wight.
Then he wanted to know how deep the water was; I crossed my fingers behind my back and said it would probably come up to his knees. The captain overheard and told W, 'I hope you've got long legs then, young man — the depth hereabouts is a couple of fathoms or more!'
W inquired how big a fathom was — I stared the Captain straight in the eyes and announced in my most confident of voices, 'A fathom? That's about six inches, isn't it, Captain?'
The Captain coughed and rubbed his chin, before replying, 'Hmm. Thereabouts, I suppose… if you say so, sir,' before he walked off shaking his head...
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