Tuesday, November 2, 2010







When you travel the ocean blue some times you don't get to pick the crew. I had the opportunity to sail to the west with a mate who had lost much of their thought or reason to rum . I do not say they were drunk the whole time, it is just they must of been drunk most of their life to be in this state. It does make me think that the next time in port I will stay with the wenches not the rum...

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