I: We met under an enormous dysfunctional catamaran in a nasty shipyard in a party town of North Queensland, Australia.
V: It isn't a party town Ian.
I: What are you talking about? Cairns is probably the best place to party within 50,000 kilometers!
V: Well I've never partied there. I'm sure you only thought that at the time because you were out in the middle of the desert for three months slaughtering cows and chasing aboriginals! A desperate and deprived cowboy, HA. It's actually lucky you met my friends so you weren't just partying all your time and money away hey!?
I: Anyways, Eric Snare and I found a posting board with a handwritten note looking for help refitting a boat. We had just come from a 500,000 acre cattle station in the middle of the outback and we had wild dreams of riches from commercial fishing. We wanted to be sailors. So we called the number, followed the directions to the shipyard where I met you baby! What were you doing there?
V: I had just caught the first flight in from the Gold Coast to spend some quality time with John and Linda Rumney.
I: That’s right! We were working for them!
V: Hey you just cut me off! That’s all I get? Just one little sentence...
I: Yup I fell in love with you right then. Never-mind that you were covered in barnacle and marine paint dust!
V: Wasn't it steel babe?
I: Yeah steel dust too.
V: Covered head to toe! Ugly masks, big dawky goggles, sweaty, baggy work cloths.
(commence slight disagreement over how to spell clothes/cloths. V wins btw, hahaha)
V: And then you followed me to Port Douglas after I never came back for a second days work!
I: That’s right! I chased you down beautiful!
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