When you have spent your life on the sea, as I have, you learn things. Things men, whose feet claw solid ground, do not care or need to know. The ocean is always trying to tell you something, to teach you something. Men who make their lives on the sea learn to listen to her. They learn to listen to her or they die.
I’m working on a few longer pieces of prose at the moment. One of which has the working title Alone at Sea. Using a 1st person narrator for something different. Here’s a little sample to keep the blog ticking over. Stay tuned.