Dear Diary,
This is torment. I cannot comprehend how these sailors endure this life. I long for distraction.
In desperation I rapped upon the Captain's cabin door. He opened it and peered at me suspiciously.
"Captain, excuse my interuption, but I long for a book. Can you assist me?"
His eyes widened briefly and then he winced.
"I know life at sea can be very lonely," he sighed, "but I am sorry, you are not my type."
He went to close the door but then paused,
"However, ask me again in a few days. I might be more desperate by then."
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
2 comments:
interesting blog - I read most of the month of October. Thanks for posting, I'am looking forward to reading mroe
Dear Wayne,
Do find some other distraction, you may not like the volume you receive.
Distracted myself,
B.
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