bright sunshine, a fresh sea, a beautiful morning!
alas, gale winds are forecast for the afternoon
the waves are wild but I still feel more calm than on land
he drank a lot of his life away, but then again it wouldn’t have been much of a life without the drinking
a soul overboard and tragically never to be found. jumped? who can say?
things are calm now and it was time to finally relax
the ship slithers through the darkness; a snake unsure of its present position
the radio having breathed its last some time ago
I’ve never been a rum fan but now was no time for discretionit had been a rough day on rough seas
It’s easy to say I would have done this or that
or I wouldn’t have done this or that knowing what you know now
that’s called second hand wisdom
it’s having first hand wisdom that proves to be most elusive
I kept wondering about the man gone overboard…where he was, was he still alive?
the weather was too harsh to mount much of a search
over in another cabin they lit a candle in his memory
how symbolic! I think symbolism is pointless and it can be dangerous
now it was 11 o’clock and all was well
or at least as well as it could be
I had the midnight to four watch
then it would be straight to my bunk for a crash of epic proportions
