Danny Buoy
Danny was made of plastic, orange and white, with a large black letter W written on it, above the number 06. He lived a peaceful existence at the end of a frayed hemp rope, that had barnacles and moss growing on it. One of the barnacles, known to the wide world as Barnaby Barnacle, was his best mate. They would spend long days floating on the surface of the sea together, reminiscing about the old days, when they were both fresh and green shipmates, first year apprentices, set on a course of misfortune, which in due time saw them flounder and sink here in this shallow harbour. 'Ah yes', sighed Danny melancholically, 'those were the days. What I wouldn't give for one more bite of stale rock-hard sea biscuit.' 'There's no pleasing some people', growled Barnaby, one of nature's natural miserable arseholes, 'did I tell you about that time when I was growing peacefully down the bottom of that ship and they started keelhauling all these pe...