karl3ļ¼ writeme.com wrote: > 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
[crossed out: todo] next time: include something for how to have fresh drinking water
