The Great Sael Adventure 1
You shoot daggers at the Commodore and turn your nose up at him. You thought he was better than this, and even if he isn't, your underwear certainly is! There's no way you're going to have anything more to do with this freak.
The Commodore counters your glare with a murderous aura in his fiery eyes and a throbbing hatred in his now-chilled heart, "Sir Charles Marie de La Condamine is a brilliant man credited with introducing samples of rubber to the Académie Royale des Sciences of France in 1736. In 1751, he presented a paper by François Fresneau to the Académie (published in 1755) that described many of rubber's properties. It slowly made its way around England. In 1764 François Fresnau discovered that turpentine was a rubber solvent. I owe Mssr. de La Condamine my hygiene and our lives!"
He narrows his eyes further, turning them to slivers of refined malevolence. "If you do not respect the rubber arts, then I cannot respect you." From an unknown pocket in his jacket (his bottom half being currently uncovered, in case you forgot) he pulls out a portable rubber raft. With frightening speed and agility, he inflates it with his mouth. The Commodore salutes you, hopping over the side of the multi-hulled watercraft, bouncing into the rubber raft. He speeds off (with no seen source of locomotion) into the watery sunset, never to be seen by you again. As he fades from view, you hear him yell something about a steam engine being invented in 1698.
It came to pass that, in the years following his departure from the saddened husk of the catamaran, the Commodore invented an alloy mixing the elasticity and texture of silk and the vulcanization and hardness of rubber. This rightly made him famous and eventually funded his independent venture to the Antarctic. In style, he was able to clothe himself and all his seamen as their virgin feet touched the virgin snow of Antarctica. The Commodore became the first ensilkened-rubberized man to set foot on Antarctica, a feat you never have the elastic pleasure of accomplishing.
For your judgment, you have failed your mission. Going forward, may you learn to be less judgmental of materials and their uses. They may, as the Commodore put it, save your life.
The Commodore counters your glare with a murderous aura in his fiery eyes and a throbbing hatred in his now-chilled heart, "Sir Charles Marie de La Condamine is a brilliant man credited with introducing samples of rubber to the Académie Royale des Sciences of France in 1736. In 1751, he presented a paper by François Fresneau to the Académie (published in 1755) that described many of rubber's properties. It slowly made its way around England. In 1764 François Fresnau discovered that turpentine was a rubber solvent. I owe Mssr. de La Condamine my hygiene and our lives!"
He narrows his eyes further, turning them to slivers of refined malevolence. "If you do not respect the rubber arts, then I cannot respect you." From an unknown pocket in his jacket (his bottom half being currently uncovered, in case you forgot) he pulls out a portable rubber raft. With frightening speed and agility, he inflates it with his mouth. The Commodore salutes you, hopping over the side of the multi-hulled watercraft, bouncing into the rubber raft. He speeds off (with no seen source of locomotion) into the watery sunset, never to be seen by you again. As he fades from view, you hear him yell something about a steam engine being invented in 1698.
It came to pass that, in the years following his departure from the saddened husk of the catamaran, the Commodore invented an alloy mixing the elasticity and texture of silk and the vulcanization and hardness of rubber. This rightly made him famous and eventually funded his independent venture to the Antarctic. In style, he was able to clothe himself and all his seamen as their virgin feet touched the virgin snow of Antarctica. The Commodore became the first ensilkened-rubberized man to set foot on Antarctica, a feat you never have the elastic pleasure of accomplishing.
For your judgment, you have failed your mission. Going forward, may you learn to be less judgmental of materials and their uses. They may, as the Commodore put it, save your life.
