AN: Thus begins another story, only this one is a
combination of twenty-five one-shots. My inspiration is from The Lady
Isis Sushi Ocean, which is a recommended reading.
Pirate
Mother, mother ocean,
I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was
three feet tall
Youve seen it all, youve seen it all
Yes, I am a pirate,
two hundred years too late
The cannons dont thunder, theres
nothin to plunder
Im an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving
too late, arriving too late
A Pirate at Forty-
Jimmy Buffet
The
sea is a living thing, constant in its endless, changing movement and
the white-noise sound of it. Its waves roar deep into my blood,
searing and tingling to an almost boiling point, but never making it
over the edge. Clarks voice is still resonating in my head from
five days ago, You need a vacation, Bruce. Maybe a week or so. You
need to get out of here. So I did. And now, Ive done nothing
but sit out on the back deck of my vacation home, overlooking the
crisp white shores of the Gulf of Mexico, and get drunk. From the
time I wake up around noon to the time I pass out in that too huge of
a bed that reminds me of how lonely I am, I drink. It doesnt help,
but Im slowly convincing myself that alcohol will solve my
problems. Ive never been a heavy drinker, just a glass of
champagne or two at a fundraiser or a shot of Jamaican rum, never
anything too serious.
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