property of the miraculous frank frazetta, not me.
Seriously, it seems like every time Conan is on a ship in one of Howard's rip-roaring, capitally adventur-rific and lusty outdoorsman stories full of wily maidens and magical sabertooth cats, he's got to go up and down the poop of the ship about 47 1/2 times before anything can happen.
That said, it's probably some of the best fiction ever written. Take that, Nathaniel Hawthorne, you limp-wristed girl's blouse!
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Well, to be fair, what's he supposed to call it? The poop deck's an important part of just about every large type of ship. He can't exactly call it something else.
Besides, it isn't as if he uses it that often. And he can't help it if our modern juvenile mindsets have the secondary definition of the word overrun the original.
(Hee hee, "poop.")
Avast ye! diabolical bathroom humor strikes again!
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