Margold Breaks His Arm

The morning of the third day out Margold woke with a jolt as the boat took a sharp roll to starboard, then rolled to port. He went topside to see what was going on. The air was noticeably cooler, the sky darkly overcast, and the seas the color of slate, heaving in the wind.
“We have a bit of a storm brewing,” the captain said.
Jeffrey was busy hauling in sail.
“How bad?” Margold asked.
“The report shows a tropical depression forming south of us. We will try to sail around it, but things could get a bit hairy.”
“What can I do?”
“Stay below for now and let us do our thing. Make sure everything is stowed and secure.”
“All right.”
“And take your seasick pill.”

Margold Starts the Tattoo

    “I can do that,” Clyde said. “I’m real good at special 3-D effects. I can make it look like you’re split wide open, showing guts and all, with an arm coming right out of the midst of it, giving the finger.”
    “Great, that’s what I want.”
    “That’ll cost you extra. I gotta do a whole new drawing and . . .
    “You don’t have to explain, I understand.”
    “Thanks.”
    “The only other thing I want to make clear,” Margold said, “is that none of it can show when I have on a dress shirt with the sleeves down.”