Jeremy and the Magic Lobster Part 2

"Please, mama."
     "Well, if that's what you really want, I guess it's all right."
     "Thanks, mom." Jeremy hustled the lobster out of the kitchen and up to his room.
     "Whew," the lobster said, "that was mighty close. The water in that dirty pot was almost boiling. Boss, you sure are one sharp character, and this is your lucky day, because...I am a magic lobster."
     "Really?"
     "That's right. And you've got some wishes coming."
     "I do?"
     "Sure, but I'll need a few things first. Like some water — salt water — in a clear tank, so I can see out. And please, please get these rubber bands off my claws."
     Jeremy rummaged around the house until he found a decent-sized clear plastic tub. He filled it with water and sea salt and put the lobster in.
     "Brrr. Hey, this water's cold, kid. Go get me some warm water, fast!"
     "You sure are fussy," Jeremy said. "I thought you lobsters didn't like hot water."
     "Did I say hot? Warm, kid. Think vacation in Florida."
     Jeremy fetched warm water. Then he had to sit through dinner eating a sardine sandwich while everyone else devoured lobsters with home-made mayonnaise.
     Before going to bed that night, Jeremy leaned over the plastic tank on his table. The lobster seemed to be taking a little snooze.
     "Hey!" Jeremy said. "I've thought up a wish. How does this work?"
     "Hunh? Oh, yeah...uhm, tell me...what're you gonna wish for?"
     "What I've really always wanted is a sailboat. Nothing too big, maybe a yawl. I'd paint her green and red and call her The Green Dolphin. I want to sail around the world, see the southern constellations, weather storms, ride out monster waves, catch fish, mend ropes, get some tattoos, smoke a pipe and play the accordion."