Whenever I remember how the town Friar described Christianity’s so-called Hell, I shuddered in utter disbelief. Do not ask why I was even at Church. If it would help you satisfy your curiosity, I followed a lovely lady inside. Alas, she was a nun to my horror. Now back to my tale, where I was [...]
Archive for the 'Tales of a Captain as rudderless as his ship' Category
3 The Tipping Point
7 August, 2008
2 Save Our Souls!
5 August, 2008
This morning, I awake dreadfully hung-over, deranged from the irritating squawks of the seagulls feasting on my fallen comrades and the monotonous crashing of the high tide. I remember the rum running out last night, but sadly it was not enough as I agonizingly felt ever troubled and guilty. I felt so guilty to the [...]
1 The Maiden Voyage
4 August, 2008
In all irony, the maiden voyage today is different from the one I remember so fondly some twenty three years ago.
Today is the day I officially accept my inexorable destiny.
I have come to terms that I have no choice but to stop sailing, for my ship has met ill fate.
Just a few days [...]
