Aww... They're so full of themselves. And of each other.
Good to see Archie had the foresight to bring his parasol to protect his complexion from the cruel Caribbean sun. Unfortunately, he didn't bring his valet to open the parasol for him.
Aww... All these battle exertions finally wearied him out.
Aww... A friend to all furry creatures, our Horatio!
This is just... No words. What is his Lordship doing here? Is it crafting? Please tell me it's crafting.
The secret of Archie's beautiful complexion: enough make-up to make Barbara Cartland blush. Or something.
Aww... ickle seamen. So stripey and squishable.
ETA: These crack me up:
Archie's desperate, silent cry for help...
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