Sea Legs
The day began as any other day, out on the high seas. Me best mate and I headed out on a sunny morn to the halcyon beaches of Balboa in search of the day's catch and the hopes of surviving another brutal spring day.





The sea was angry that day. Waves rose and fell like elevators. Or something. The sky groaned green and the bait came slowly. Our day was quickly turning into one of shame and starvation.




Having failed in our attempts at plundering the fickle bounty of the sea, we headed for the local market and procured for ourselves such delicacies as were to be had in those desperate times. Though we survived another day, what price was our humanity ready to pay for our lives? What price would be too much?


Disheartened but resolute at our ability to glean sustinance from great mother ocean, we trudged home. And though our hearts were heavy, our feet remained light as we danced a jig in thanks to our forefathers, that our lives were just and good, and that tomorrow held another hope for a successful catch.

3/13/2006
Caught: 0
Possibilities: Endless





The sea was angry that day. Waves rose and fell like elevators. Or something. The sky groaned green and the bait came slowly. Our day was quickly turning into one of shame and starvation.




Having failed in our attempts at plundering the fickle bounty of the sea, we headed for the local market and procured for ourselves such delicacies as were to be had in those desperate times. Though we survived another day, what price was our humanity ready to pay for our lives? What price would be too much?


Disheartened but resolute at our ability to glean sustinance from great mother ocean, we trudged home. And though our hearts were heavy, our feet remained light as we danced a jig in thanks to our forefathers, that our lives were just and good, and that tomorrow held another hope for a successful catch.

3/13/2006
Caught: 0
Possibilities: Endless
1 Comments:
I like it. I find it cool that you post EVERY picture from the trip, even the lame ones. Considering Alex deletes EVERYTHING bad from his cammera, and the bad ones are half the fun.
I also wonder how long you can keep up that burly old salt talk, its hard. hip hip horray
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