Two Hideouts, One Mall

Friday. Good Friday, they call it. Good for whom, I ask.

Scarface has rebuilt my island shanty down the corridor from my ship, under the very same mall. I was delighted. Two hideouts in one basement! I could keep my treasure in one and my other treasure in the other, and stroll between them like a gentleman.

Then I read the bookings. The same prisoners. Twice. In one afternoon. They escape my galleon at two o’clock, buy a sandwich, and at three they are in my shanty going through my cupboards. One crew did it the other way round, which I find even ruder.

I asked Scarface how they knew where to go. He said the signs on the wall. I asked who put up the signs. He said the management. I asked who told the management. He went to check on the parrot.

Note for the log: buy more locks. Buy a bigger island. Buy a smaller mall.