Continued:
They find a smal fishing boat and se sail for their new freedom. Suddenly Fear feels very fond of his wife. He look at her in his mind's eye. He saw her small yound body, holding on to the helm on a calm Caribbean night. The wind blows through her red hair as she looks through her spyglass. She looks over at him and smiles sudectivly.
Suddenly a roar from Amelia bowles are heard causing a foul smell to emminate the ship.
The dream is over.
He finds his wife not to have the satisfying body she use to but and old, ragged one. Her hair is gray as a dolphin's hide. Her plump bottom now weighs down the ship. Every once and awhile her teeth almost fall out of her mouth. And to his greatest disapointment of all, her most beloved feature, now sagged down to her gut.
Fear sighed but thought, a woman's a woman right?
"Dearie may you meet me in my cabin?"
Jade giggled and replied, "What about Amelia?"
Amelia already was asleep in a pile of rope. She farted agian and mumbled "Better out and in..."
Amelia giggled and made way to the cabin.