slave boss was at sea his windtorn and relashed sailboat looked like it could practically be a part of his body
he was grimy in salt, sweat, callouses and scars he didn't know how long he'd been at sea only because he didn't care -- he was focused on what would come next - his sail was lashed at an angle between the brightest star and the last big wave he'd seen he had a line of cotton fabric into the ocean with some fish entrails on the end he was sore and tired. and thought he might tie himself to the boat and see if he could catch anything by hand
