As I left out this morning, work bound, the dew was heavy. and the sky was grey. I looked across the foggy lawn at the skiff stare into the distance wishing I was crawling aboard for a day at sea. then it happened, so appropriately, Ol' Jolly Roger Whipped around with a sudden breeze and stuck to the damp windshield of the center console and stared at me. I felt needed by the sea!!!
- True Story
Capt. B
Dead Mans Chest
