Voyage to Far N'jurd

By KRIS NEVILLE
Illustrated by MACK
They would never live to see the trip's end. So they made a few changes in their way of life—and many in their way of death!
I don't see why we have to be here, a crewman said. He ain't liable to say anything.
He shore better, the man in front of him said loudly.
Be still, his wife said. People's lookin' at ya.
I don't care a smidgen, he said, if en they ayre.
Please, she said.
Joanne Marie, he said, you know that when I aims ta do somethin', I'm jest natcher'lly bound to do hit. An' iffen I aims ta talk....
Here comes the priest. Now, be still.
The man looked up. So he do; an' I'll tell ya, hit shore is time he's a-gittin' hyere. I ain't got no all night fer ta sit.
The crewman to his left bent over and whispered, I'll bet he's gonna tell us it's gonna be another postponement.