We're celebrating Columbus Day here in the good old US of A. The day we celebrate the discovery of America by Christopher Columbus in 1492. My recollection of that time is kinda fuzzy now. All I remember is we got lost or something and that was when it all started for men to never ask for directions since everything worked out, anyhoo.
He always had a hankering to be out to sea. Salt water taffy, not so much. I was his best first mate, the compass rose he gave me attached to my collar (isn't it cool?). He wasn't overly religious, but on board ship I heard him using a few swear words that involved God when it came to his crew. When he wasn't sailing the ocean blue, he would sit on a rock, I would sit on his shoulder, and we would fancy ourselves out on the waves headed somewhere.
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That's it for now. Captain Chris is giving me the high sign that we're about to shove off.