How we long for the days of sitting in the summer breeze with the warmth of the sun like a blanket on our skin. We grow up quickly, yet adulthood tells us to forget the important things in life. Early...
Slowly peering through his sun-dried, sand-cracked eyelids, he sees the sun. Coughing violently he vomits sea water and rum as he bats the salty air away from his nostrils.
Smashing vehemently into the ancient-oak bow, and growing larger with every second that passes, the waves-- ominous and looming, climb higher and higher. Stories-of-old fill the salty air as the deck...