... and laughing like a deranged Captain Nemo suffering from terminal nitrogen narcosis, I sprung forward as the ship heaved in the storm. Sliding on the wet deck, I slammed the forecastle hatch open like snapping a Saltine in two pieces, barely avoiding the explosive exit of fetid air which reminded me of last weeks catch lingering at the bottom of the bilge mixed with fuel oil.....
That proved it beyond question, she was here and he was holding her hostage.....
I do not know WHY I am getting into this!!!!
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Bret Durrett
Frankfurt am Main, Germany
"Diving - The closest thing to outer space - and it won't cost you $25 million!" (Gotta Love Inflation!)
