Tales from the ship, Capo IT: Sailor, what are you doing with that fridge..?

Once upon a time, on the shores of Africa, the ship landed in some African village  where everything was made of mud, and earth. Walking among the mud huts I discovered one with a beer crate out side it, which of course  was the village pub.

Seeing that aboard the ship there is no alcohol,  the moment you get of the ship once every few months, you feel very thirsty for a proper drink,  and especially so in the African heat, so I made my way in to the mud-pub. I would have done pretty much anything for a cool beer..

Of course there was no fridge inside the hut. I estimated that observing from the exterior. The beer was as hot as I was.

Once inside, I took a look around, than returned back to the ship, got a fridge, a cd player, and the ship's electrician . I employed the electrician into setting up the fridge in the hut and the music, as a present for the land lady of the pub.

From that moment on, the land lady, was my lady. Every time the ship would stop in that coastal port I would go to my pub, and the publican was my girl.

This went on for a while and than I decided to end it. In the best French I know kept telling the girl    " C'est ne pas fini" C'est ne pas fini.. ( Its not over. Its not over) and the relationship kept on going..

What I should have said was " C'est fini" - Its over- but the French buggered me..

Eventually she understood what I was trying to say, and explained to me in sign language with her hands, using two fingers to point to her eyes than at me, and than motioning with her thumb first at some other women- and pantomiming the cutting of her throat.

What she meant was- I know this is over between you and I- but if you go with any other women in this tribe- I will kill her.