It is my last day at sea this week, and I am waiting. I await word from the barrister as to whether or not there shall be a flogging today. I await the Bilge Master so that we may tour the ship on our various rounds. I await word from the captain on our proceedings to increase the number of bunks in a particular cabin. I sip my coffee and pour over my articles, my logs and charts, and wait.
Just bring the damn ship to port already. I have leeches waiting for me.
Sufficient
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There are hard days. Days where I fight to keep my composure. Fighting back
tears in the cereal aisle and loosing. Headaches.
There are good days, days w...
11 years ago
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