Challenging myself with 24 Quordle words

 Not entirely a challenge. More the result of not having done Quordle for six days. And yes, there were two Quordles over the period with the word 'revue' in them. 

All Sport and No Whistle

BINGO! the would-be

CROOK with greased and

CURLY hair, aims his fist.

DRYLY the captain knows he’s champion in any

FIGHT; this captain of the

FINAL trip for the day on the

FJORD ferry, who stands aloof. The deck being wet, the youth slips and down the

HATCH he goes. The deck was somewhat

MOSSY, the captain admits to himself, smells somewhat

MUSKY, as of a deer in rut, or perhaps it has the

NUTTY scent of a jar not emptied from the pantry in a decade. The boy, below,

REACTs dully, like a performer in a dull

REVUE, or the dull

REVUE itself. He has no get up and go, and now he smells

RIPER than he did before, like a

ROWER out at sea too long, or a dancer doing the

RUMBA for four hours one night. He is merely seen as a

SERIF attached to some stronger part of a letter; he

SLUMPs where he stands and

SNIPEs at the captain imperturbable. He totters, rotates, this tourist-child, as a

TORUS does (I think – the word is new to me) and the

TWANG in his Aussie

VOICE is mostly a blur. This day is his

WORST.