Sea Sick.

Any minute now, I expect a strong stream of water to come blasting through my ears in one ear out the other. My stomach is nothing short of a sea-worthy display, were it tied by a man of the sea its excellence would most likely be awarded with silver or bronze. Each fleshy tube bound and pulled taut that it would take nothing less then a swift blade to cut apart and free, as it would take an eternity to untie. For a sailor has no time to deal with the above mentioned, fore he must keep his ship afloat. Even the slightest trickle of sea water can bring a whole vessel straight down to Davey Jones's locker. A soundless, watery demise, slowly descending into the dark waters of the unknown..

February 18, 2006