"Would one care for a biscuit?" the Queen enquired.
"Ah har, thank 'e ma'am," Julian answered leaning forward to take a biscuit.
He took a bite.
"That'll be tuppence," the Queen responded holding out her gloved hand.
"What! Oh! Ah! Er, um, I er, I left my purse in my other trousers," Julian blushed.
Henry was turning purple as he tried to suppress a giggling fit, while Roger was doing a good job of looking shocked.
"One can't pay for one's biscuit?"
"Er, no ma'am," the blush deepened.
"Guard!"
Two guards entered the room.
"This Julian person has pirated the royal biscuit, take him to the Tower and have his head chopped orf."
The guards, who were in on the joke, grabbed Julian by the ankles and dragged him toward the door.
"But, but, but!" Julian cried out close to tears, "Roger do something!"
"Apwil fool! Ha, ha, ha he, he, he," Henry called as he collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"Haw, haw, haw," the Queen forced a fake laugh, "doo come back and finish ones' biscuit."
Roger had fallen off his stool and was rolling around in hysterics.
"Oh! Oh, thank you, thank you. That was very funny your majesty. Ho, ho," Julian had turned white as a sheet.
He returned to his stool and continued to nibble the biscuit.
"One can send a cheque for one's biscuit when one gets back to one's ship."
"Now then Wodger," Henry said excitedly, "I want to hear all about your last adventure. I weally would like to take a twip to your Tweasure Island, maybe we can awange a Woyal visit? Now, tell me all about it."
Roger told Henry the story, he left out the bit about Kirk disappearing. Henry could hardly contain his excitement as Roger shouted the events to him. The Queen found the whole thing quite boring and soon had fallen asleep in her chair; she snored regally.
"Now then Wodger, I hear that you've made Julius Captain of his own ship."
"Julian!"
"No thank you. Now Julius is a Captain you'll be needing a new cabin boy."
"Aye that I will, I 'ears 'e 'ave a nephew, Christopher. A spell at sea would do 'im good I'm told."
"Good, I've just the boy for the job, my nephew Chwistopher," Henry hadn't heard a word Roger had said. He beckoned toward the door and a young boy entered. "Wodger, this is my nephew Chwistopher, I want him to be your new cabin boy."
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