IT'S A FAR THROW
There's whaling, and then there's
wailing. Only Captain Ahab did
both? My notebooks were soaked
in sea water, God-dammit, and most
of the blue ink ran. Have you ever
tried writing with a feather and ink?
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The ship rolled, they were cooking
all that blubber. Heat and smells.
The guys making the food were
always grumbling about something
and the blacksmith, by his forge,
was as crazy as a loon. That guy
with all the tattoos, he spooked
me. All the portents were there,
and I knew something was about
to happen. I felt it in my bones.
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