| Random Chronicles Fourth Tale |
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| From the creative mind of a New England fisherman comes... |
| Out Of Order Tales From The Sea by Billy |
I sat on the starboard rail facing away from the wheel house
window. Dare they see me smiling like some love struck fool. A grin
starting under one ear clear around to the other. Derek often does and mostly
rightly so takes credit for my induction to a world governed by men,
pride and ego. Stories and times and remember when's and my good old
friend Derek had been the captain of many. It started in grade school
and I met Colin when I was playing out back at Nana's house off High
Street. As we grew into young men so did the thickness of my glasses as
well as acne acreage. Popularity found those two quickly Colin quite the
ladies man and Derek an impressive run himself they did however not
leave me behind as childhood ties and loyalty always there.
That is until we got to high school and each for their own reasons
bailed on me. They left me in school to finish on my own, the very
root core of my identity gone moved on into the commercial fishing world I
couldn't wait to get to. I was in love too, Lindsay a young lady from
Maryland that stole my heart and as I'm sure many of you with your
first loves still holds a piece. My Nana would have been horrified to
learn of her grandson not completing his education bad enough she found my
D.W.I. arrest in the newspaper at 19. I got threw school but the only
thing I completely did was mess up my relationship with Miss Hampton
Beach, what? I got game. Which I didn't when the cop had me walking
the line on the side of the road after fixing my problems with Linz with
a six pack of Bud Ice. Ok it started with a six pack but that's
neither here nor there and it will come into play when I tell the story about
my Crimson Ghost Misfits tattoo I have, oh my. Everybody! "This!
is the tale of a drunken sailor..."
Sitting on the starboard rail facing the stern with my grin secured
firmly we traveled down the river. A spotlight beam danced on the
water bouncing off channel markers, shore lines and phantom objects you
swore you saw. White lights from cars rode up 1B, houses lining the edges
on each side act like landing runway lights. Just don't go into the
light, that's dumb, really you'll hit land it's not a movie. We cleared
2KR buoy which is the second to last buoy but basically means you can
set course for the fishing grounds and bring the boat up to speed.
Derek throttled the boat up and under my feet came to life this massive
machine in trusted to three teenagers and poor old Joe. Stepping off
deck the door leading in to the cabin, quickly shutting it behind me as
the bright white blinding to the night vision. Beeps and bleeps from a
keypad kind of like the sounds of a microwaves buttons Derek's hands
entered in numbers from the log book. He had some "hot" numbers he w!
anted to set I could only hear a bit of what he was saying the visual
over load and the drone of the diesel motor muffled him out. I didn't
care, never have, never will he had a feeling, ok let's go. He was
right more than he was ever wrong and made me a good chunk of money and
being back with my boys doing this it all fit. I've woken up tired,
soar, beat busted and broken but I have yet to wake up and go to work or
been over water and used the term job. Well that is not until after this
first trip that by the end of seven days later there wasn't enough
money you could have paid me to go out there again.
Which, until I got my first paycheck was what I would have told
you. It was, are you kidding me? How much? screw you, for real? Well
hell, that wasn't that bad. I would never want to know and by do means do
I diminish those afflicted but it was that spiking moment, the tie off
being released and the drug entering into the pipeline. Captain Derek
kept pushing buttons programming in his hunch from a book full of
promise, Joe and Colin fast asleep in the bunk room down below. A young boy
on the night before Christmas starred out the windows of a boat as
like laying in bed, eyes wide open listening for hoff steps up on roof
tops sleep not an option. Boy that was a mistake...
window. Dare they see me smiling like some love struck fool. A grin
starting under one ear clear around to the other. Derek often does and mostly
rightly so takes credit for my induction to a world governed by men,
pride and ego. Stories and times and remember when's and my good old
friend Derek had been the captain of many. It started in grade school
and I met Colin when I was playing out back at Nana's house off High
Street. As we grew into young men so did the thickness of my glasses as
well as acne acreage. Popularity found those two quickly Colin quite the
ladies man and Derek an impressive run himself they did however not
leave me behind as childhood ties and loyalty always there.
That is until we got to high school and each for their own reasons
bailed on me. They left me in school to finish on my own, the very
root core of my identity gone moved on into the commercial fishing world I
couldn't wait to get to. I was in love too, Lindsay a young lady from
Maryland that stole my heart and as I'm sure many of you with your
first loves still holds a piece. My Nana would have been horrified to
learn of her grandson not completing his education bad enough she found my
D.W.I. arrest in the newspaper at 19. I got threw school but the only
thing I completely did was mess up my relationship with Miss Hampton
Beach, what? I got game. Which I didn't when the cop had me walking
the line on the side of the road after fixing my problems with Linz with
a six pack of Bud Ice. Ok it started with a six pack but that's
neither here nor there and it will come into play when I tell the story about
my Crimson Ghost Misfits tattoo I have, oh my. Everybody! "This!
is the tale of a drunken sailor..."
Sitting on the starboard rail facing the stern with my grin secured
firmly we traveled down the river. A spotlight beam danced on the
water bouncing off channel markers, shore lines and phantom objects you
swore you saw. White lights from cars rode up 1B, houses lining the edges
on each side act like landing runway lights. Just don't go into the
light, that's dumb, really you'll hit land it's not a movie. We cleared
2KR buoy which is the second to last buoy but basically means you can
set course for the fishing grounds and bring the boat up to speed.
Derek throttled the boat up and under my feet came to life this massive
machine in trusted to three teenagers and poor old Joe. Stepping off
deck the door leading in to the cabin, quickly shutting it behind me as
the bright white blinding to the night vision. Beeps and bleeps from a
keypad kind of like the sounds of a microwaves buttons Derek's hands
entered in numbers from the log book. He had some "hot" numbers he w!
anted to set I could only hear a bit of what he was saying the visual
over load and the drone of the diesel motor muffled him out. I didn't
care, never have, never will he had a feeling, ok let's go. He was
right more than he was ever wrong and made me a good chunk of money and
being back with my boys doing this it all fit. I've woken up tired,
soar, beat busted and broken but I have yet to wake up and go to work or
been over water and used the term job. Well that is not until after this
first trip that by the end of seven days later there wasn't enough
money you could have paid me to go out there again.
Which, until I got my first paycheck was what I would have told
you. It was, are you kidding me? How much? screw you, for real? Well
hell, that wasn't that bad. I would never want to know and by do means do
I diminish those afflicted but it was that spiking moment, the tie off
being released and the drug entering into the pipeline. Captain Derek
kept pushing buttons programming in his hunch from a book full of
promise, Joe and Colin fast asleep in the bunk room down below. A young boy
on the night before Christmas starred out the windows of a boat as
like laying in bed, eyes wide open listening for hoff steps up on roof
tops sleep not an option. Boy that was a mistake...