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The Aegean sea was a brilliant sprkling blue and the surrounding Grecian islands were picturesque. The sun shone, the wind breezed through our hair and all was peaceful as we lazed around on our beautiful yacht. Then on the horizon there appeared another graceful white yacht. We were soon within shouting distance and discovered that it was Avalon, crewed by our friends from the same Flotilla, we chatted across baoats for a while and then; an idea was hatched. We had friends on another yacht (the Wendy Rose) and we knew for a fact that they were lacking a certain piece of equipment that they probably didn't need but should really, really want this combined with our perfect opportunity meant they were prime targets for our attack. The sun travelled across the sky; the hour of reckoning drew nearer. We neared our lunch stop where we were to meet our ally and victim. A Yacht; we could see a yacht! Friend or foe ? Ally or enemy? As we drew nearer another yacht came into view on the far side of the first sandwiching it in between us. THe perfect manoeuvre we had trapped our enemy and could now wreak havoc from both sides. As we drew nearer their confusion turned to worry and then fear as they realised their fate. The balloons were ready the distance was short enough, time for the "WILDSLING"?. The first balloons whizzed across the blue and cloudless sky but fell short. Past conflicts were forgotten as the adrenaline uncovered new levels of skill and co-operation we din't know we had. A speedy reload and another shot but another miss too. Again we reloaded, again we fired and bang the balloon exploded onto their yacht, drenching it in water. Man, woman and child were united in the fight to the sodden. Balloons flew at them from both sides; Splat! bA direct hit and they were reeling with the enormous power of the "WILDSLING"?. Drenched from our balloons they began to retaliate throwing what they could; plums water balloons, tomatoes flew in every direction ; yachts bumped, people yelled. Their feeble human trajectories were nothing compared to the might of the "WILDSLING"? and soon the water balloons had run out, all three yachts drenched sodden with water and fruit and veg juice. Later as the sun set and we embarked on our land voyage to find a place to eat I slipped a note to Steve, the captain of the Wendy Rose. Scrawled across it were the words "iwantoneofthose.com"

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